White Room-Jack Bruce

[00:01.27]White Room [00:03.43] [00:05.49]Eric Clapton [00:07.49] [00:23.40]In the white room with black curtains near the station. [00:32.15]Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. [00:40.58]Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. [00:49.69]Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. [00:56.91] [00:58.87]I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; [01:07.46]Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. [01:17.60] [01:19.63]You said no strings could secure you at the station. [01:28.60]Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. [01:37.28]I walked into such a sad time at the station. [01:46.02]As i walked out, felt my own need just beginning. [01:52.33] [01:54.95]I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back; [02:03.80]Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. [02:14.76] [02:37.69]At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. [02:46.54]Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. [02:55.23]Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. [03:04.12]She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. [03:11.27] [03:13.35]I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; [03:21.98]Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.