Intruder (Live)

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, a sense of isolation
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, leave his mark, leave his mark

I'm the intruder