Intruder
FRANCIS GRIFFITHS, 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
