A light snow is falling on London,
All sign of the living has gone,
The train pulls into the stations
And no one gets off, and no one gets on.
Don't hate me,
I'm not special like you,
I'm tired and I'm so alone,
Don't fight me,
I know you'll never care,
Can I call you on the telephone, now and then?
One light burns in a window,
It guides all the shadows below
Inside the ghost of a parting
And no one is left, just the cigarette smoke.
Don't hate me,
I'm not special like you,
I'm tired and I'm so alone,
Don't fight me,
I know you'll never care,
Can I call you? I'm terrified…