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