[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus 1]

Slipping the clippers

Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires

The sense of, isolation

This sense of isolation

Inspires me

[Verse 2]

I like to feel the suspense

When I'm certain you know I am there

I like you lying awake

Your bated breath charging the air

I like the touch and the smell

Of all the pretty dresses you wear

[Chorus 2]

Intruders happy in the dark

Intruder come

Intruder come and he

Leave his mark, Leave his mark

[Outro]

I am the intruder