Don't Hate Me

[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