Lyrics:

I know something about

opening windows and doors

I know how to move quietly

to creep across creaky wooden floors

I know where to find

precious things in all

your cupboards and drawers



Slipping the clippers

Slipping the clippers

through the telephone wires

The sense of isolation inspires

Inspires me



I like to feel the suspense

when I'm certain you know I am there

I like you lying awake,

your baited breath charging the air

I like the touch and the smell

of all the pretty dresses you wear



Intruders happy in the dark

Intruder come

Intruder come and leave his mark,

leave his mark