london

A light snow is falling in London
All sign of the living has gone
The last train pulls into the station
And no one gets off, and no one gets on

[chorus]
I search inside my head
Helps me remember the day
That the taxi never came
So I walk on in the rain

One light burns in a window
It guides all the shadows below
Inside, the ghost of a party
No one is left, just the cigarette smoke

(bkz: porcupine tree)