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 & lonely
I hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men
I'm the helpline operator & 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 & 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, can you spare me the time
I'm the intimate stranger Your problems will be mine
I'm the helpline operator
Helpline operator (X3)
True love will come
True love will come
Helpline operator (X4)