Poltergeist

I hope I don’t crash the car heading over to your house.

I can’t go for letting myself in.

I hope you don’t see through me on your doorstep,

Or at the foot of your bed. I’m running late again.

I won’t creek your floorboards I won’t turn out your lights,

I’m only the hairs on end on the back of your neck tonight,

I'm your poltergeist, I'm your poltergeist tonight.

I hope you don’t shiver I hope you don’t shake in bed tonight.

If you drift off I won’t wake you up,

You won’t hear the floorboards down your corridors,