The Visitors lyrics

I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly the panic takes me,

the sound so ominously tearing through the silence.

I cannot move, I’m standing

numb and frozen

among the things I love so dearly –

the books, the paintings and the furniture.

Help me.

The signal’s sounding once again, and someone tries the doorknob.

None of my friends would be so stupidly impatient;

and they don’t dare to come here

anymore now,

but how I loved our secret meetings –

we talked and talked in quiet voices,

smiling.

Now I hear them moving,

muffled noises coming through the door.

I feel I’m cracking up.

Voices growing louder,

irritation building, and I’m close to fainting.

Cracking up.

They must know by now

I’m in here, trembling in a terror evergrowing.

Cracking up.

My whole world is falling.

Going crazy, there is no escaping now.

I’m cracking up.

These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation,

and seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces,

and now they’ve come to take me,

come to break me,

and yet it isn’t unexpected –

I have been waiting for these visitors.

Help me.

Now I hear them moving,

muffled noises coming through the door.

I feel I’m cracking up.

Voices growing louder,

irritation building, and I’m close to fainting.

Cracking up.

They must know by now

I’m in here, trembling in a terror evergrowing.

Cracking up.

My whole world is falling.

Going crazy, there is no escaping now.

I’m cracking up.

Now I hear them moving,

muffled noises coming through the door.

I feel I’m cracking up.

Voices growing louder,

irritation building, and I’m close to fainting.

Cracking up. (I have been waiting for these visitors)

They must know by now

I’m in here, trembling in a terror evergrowing.

Cracking up. (I have been waiting for these visitors)

My whole world is falling.

Going crazy, there is no escaping now.

I’m cracking up. (I have been waiting for these visitors)

Now I hear them moving,

muffled noises coming through the door.

I feel I’m cracking up. (I have been waiting for these visitors)

Voices growing louder,

irritation building, and I’m close to fainting.

Cracking up. (I have been waiting for these visitors)

They must know by now

I’m in here, trembling in a terror evergrowing.

Cracking up. (I have been waiting for these visitors)

My whole world is falling.

Going crazy…

• Artist:ABBA
• Album:The Visitors (1981)