I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you
at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels,
goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time
at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need
just beginning.
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.