https://offourrockers.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/White-room-Cream.mp3Speed: 1.0LyricsIn the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run 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…