Текст (слова) песни: The The - Helpline Operator (Sick Boy Mix)
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