: (Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver
: [Cream] In the white room With black curtains Near the station Black country roof No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams
white room, With little old me... [x2:] I'm going crazy, I'm losing my mind. I'm going crazy, In this big white room of mine. Sitting in a big white
: Ah, in a white room with black curtains, near the stations Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses, run down moonbeams
s all black and white for me baby It's all black and white for me now It's all black and white for me baby It's all black and white for me now Yeah She
're in your little room and you're working on something good but if it's really good you're gonna need a bigger room and when you're in the bigger room
The White Room, the White Room The White Room, the White Room More spetta na noo ne na noo things The White Room, the White Room The White Room, the White Room
In a white room with black curtains Near the stations black roof country No gold pavements tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams In your dark
fall (MIDDLE) Interview rooms In, out of interview rooms Interview rooms In, out of interview rooms Interview rooms In, out of interview rooms Interview rooms In and out of interview rooms
' ain't allowed in school Everybody Smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room I tell you, I was smokin' in the boys room Smokin' in the boys room
this big white room of mine I'm going crazy, I'm losing my mind I'm going crazy, in this big white room of mine Sitting in a big white room alone Close
In the white room with black curtains in the station Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses, brightening moonbeams in your
Open wounds never heal - for a slave in its flesh The scent of joy we feel - A naked soul crushed [Chorus:] It's all empty - it's all white It's all
You are entering the white room Yeah, that's the password And you can leave your hang ups at the door now 'Cuz this is the white room, my asylum And you
room for one more One more chance to believe in That you can even the score One more place at the table Always room for one more, room for one more
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
In a white room with black curtains, near the stations Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses run down moonbeams in your
