A light snow is falling on London

All sign of the living has gone

The last 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