[Originally by 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
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

[Instrumental]

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

You come around here
Trying to make your demand.
You've got a need, darling,
I've seen it grow and expand.

Yeah, you want to reveal my life
With your own two hands.
Well, tell me now
What are you trying to do ?

Those holes in your life
Show what you require.
You're needin' new eyes,
Oh Lord, honey take any wire ?

Yeah you've gotta save us all
Before the next big fire.
Tell me now
What are you trying to do ?

Walked in my life,
Child, and I don't even know your name.
You put others around behind ya
As if they were lame.

You insist a simple feeling
Will be all the same.
Well, tell me now
What are you trying to do ?

Now I look like I'm suffering,
N-n-n-n-n-n-now I'm doing fine.
One look at yourself baby,
Child, I got you alive.

Yeah, you're gonna take care of yours,
I'll take care of mine.
What are you trying to do ?
Hey!

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