Don't Hate Me - Steven Wilson

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 nothing 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?