A light snow is falling on London
All sign of the living has gone
The last train pulls into the station
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

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 on the telephone now and then?

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?

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher James Maitland, Colin Edwin Balch, Richard Barbieri, Steven John Wilson