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