The curtain's closing, 
And nobody knows, 
Where she's going, 
She runs into the night alone. 
The moon will guide her, 
Without a trace, 
I can't try to find her, '
Cuz I don't know her face. 
CHORUS: I feel it, wo-oh-oh-oh, 
Your demon, wo-oh-oh-oh, 
I feel the daggers comin' from your eyes, 
And they cut right through me, 
Cut right through me. (repeat) 
The hour's turning, 
And nobody sleeps, 
Her heart is burning, 
To load her veins with what she needs. 
The moon will guide her, 
Into a place, 
I won't try to fight her, '
Cuz I don't know her face. (chorus) 
Life on the high is your alibi, 
And I'm tired of you, 
Running from the... 
Truth (repeat). (chorus)