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

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