Standard (EADGBE)
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 by;
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.
Now she's 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.
White Room chords (version 2)
Cream 1968 Wheels of Fire (Jack Bruce and Pete 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 by;
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.
Now she's 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.