Why, yes, that IS Peter Gabriel

You ask me what i'm afraid of
And i say that i don't know.

i stutter and blush and refuse to meet Your eyes
(Disobedient slut)
But You, You are never surprised.
And all my feeble tricks are to no avail,
You see right through them, behind them,
Leaving me trembling and pale

What am i so frightened of, what leaves me in tears,
Is it the first time? Is it who You are?
No, instead, i find that qualities i felt were good
Were passed over, abused, mislabeled before.

It isn't Your fault i can't seem to behave,
It isn't what You do, it isn't what You say,

i'm terrified of being something other than what You desire
And while i try to please You, i can't help but cringe inside,
Hoping You come back and play just one more, one last, time.

i accepted the gift in the ebony box,
(From the Priest, He's the doctor,
He can handle the shocks)
Clasped it on and stood my ground,
A light flush on my cheeks,
And the way You treated me
Made my knees go weak

If i could, i would kneel, beg You to keep me just a while longer,
i would do anything your darkest depraved dreams desired,
But here I am, so far away, and You will never know,
How hard i'm trying to stay the same, not let emotion show.

You ask me what i'm afraid of,
And i say that i don't know,

But i know it's anticipating the sound
Of Your voice when i finally let you down...