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 lonely
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, can 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

True love will come
True love will come
Helpline operator, helpline operator
Helpline operator, helpline operator