In a tree lined street
Where people sleep at night
It was an ordinary hour
At the end of a regular day
It was the seventh house on the right
Just where you'd least expect it
She had just one more picture to hang
Oh, don't break the gla**, he thought
Don't hurt your head
The telephone rang
Twenty floors up
And half a mile away
Someone was dialling her
Wanting her - half a mile away
It would be an act of love -
For the law whatever happened
Would be part of the job
Not for him his camera trained
On her window pane
The hammer head crashed back
Into a vase of flowers, she stumbled
Just in time to let the line go dead
Tomorrow he might go too far
Nine weeks he waited
For the time to move
It was just gone midnight
Under a starry sky, and no one heard her cry
Twenty floors up...
On a silent night
With all the doors locked tight
She was unaware of his zooming lens
She shivered now she was hypertense
He was ready for the first love scene
To perform his recurring dream
She wore just one beautiful robe
Oh, at last she's nude, he said
Don't go to bed -
The telephone rang
Nine weeks he waited
For the time to move
It was just gone midnight
Under a starry sky, and no one heard her cry
Twenty floors up
And half a mile away
Someone was dialling her
Wanting her - half a mile away
It would be an act of love