I watch the sun go down on London town

I wait for the night voices to sound

I smell the pain upon the breath of the lost and the lonely

Oh Lord

I hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men



I'm the helpline operator and I'll spare you the time

I'm the intimate stranger

Your problems will be mine



Put your tongue into the mouthpiece

And whisper in my ear

Admit to me

The things you can't admit to yourself

Admit to me and no one else

Everybody's looking for someone

To tell them what they want to hear

Everybody's looking for true love

To help them feel what they cannot feel



I'm the helpline operator

Could you spare me the time

I'm the intimate stranger

Your problems will be mine

I'm the helpline operator

Helpline operator

Helpline operator

Helpline operator



Helpline operator

Helpline operator

Helpline operator

Helpline operator