Intruder - Peter Gabriel

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

A 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 bated breath charging the air

I like the touch and the smell

Of all the pretty dresses you wear

Intruder's happy in the dark

Intruder come

Intruder come and he leave his mark

Leave his mark, leave his mark

I am the intruder