[Written by Steven Wilson]

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