A light snow is falling in LondonnAll sign of the living has gonenThe last train pulls into the stationnAnd no one gets off, and no one gets onnnI search inside my headnHelps me remember the daynThat the taxi never camenSo I walk on in the rainnnOne light burns in a windownIt guides all the shadows belownInside, the ghost of a partynNo one is left, just the cigarette smokennI search inside my headnHelps me remember the daynThat the taxi never camenSo I walk on in the rainn