[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