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