Running Scared - Dead Moon

The imaginary line that we don’t dare cross

That innocent side that might be lost

That dangerous beast that lies inside

That public cry, that never knowing

The dark at the top of the stairs

I’m running scared

That fading youth that leaves no trace

That tick-tick-ticking that leaves no trace

That final design, that self-destruct

That condescending critic who’s out for blood

The dark at the top of the stairs

I’m running scared

That twilight flash, that one-night stand

That grand illusion, that radar scan

That piece by piece, that bit by bit

That electric whine by mechanical lips

The dark at the top of the stairs

I’m running scared