Текст песни The The - Helpline Operator (Sick Boy Mix)
The The - Helpline Operator (Sick Boy Mix) слова песни
I watch the sun go down on London townI wait for the night voices to soundI smell the pain upon the breath of the lost and the lonelyOh LordI hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all menI`m the helpline operator and I`ll spare you the timeI`m the intimate strangerYour problems will be minePut your tongue into the mouthpieceAnd whisper in my earAdmit to meThe things you can`t admit to yourselfAdmit to me and no one elseEverybody`s looking for someoneTo tell them what they want to hearEverybody`s looking for true loveTo help them feel what they cannot feelI`m the helpline operatorCould you spare me the timeI`m the intimate strangerYour problems will be mineI`m the helpline operatorHelpline operatorHelpline operatorHelpline operatorHelpline operatorHelpline operatorHelpline operatorHelpline operator