White Room - Live At Oakland Lyrics
| Song | White Room - Live At Oakland |
| Artist | Cream |
| Album | Live Cream Volume 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jack Bruce & Peter Brown | |
| In the white room with black curtains near the station | |
| Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings | |
| Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes | |
| Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment | |
| 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 | |
| At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd | |
| Consolation for the old wound now forgotten | |
| Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes | |
| She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings | |
| I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd | |
| Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves |
| zuo qu : Jack Bruce Peter Brown | |
| In the white room with black curtains near the station | |
| Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings | |
| Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes | |
| Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment | |
| 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 | |
| At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd | |
| Consolation for the old wound now forgotten | |
| Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes | |
| She' s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings | |
| I' ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd | |
| Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves |
| zuò qǔ : Jack Bruce Peter Brown | |
| In the white room with black curtains near the station | |
| Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings | |
| Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes | |
| Dawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment | |
| 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 | |
| At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd | |
| Consolation for the old wound now forgotten | |
| Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes | |
| She' s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings | |
| I' ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd | |
| Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves |
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