Walking a fine line, between you and me

Never quite knowing, which voice to believe

Idle eyes watching, a face in a crowd

It's you that I see, and you don't make a sound

I can't feel for any other

She's the beast inside of me



Beauty of the Beast (oh, oh, oh)

Beauty of the Beast (oh, oh, oh)



Running the tight rope, to reach the end

Stopping half way, to catch my breath

No net to catch you if you fall

But that's the chance you'll have to take



This face could turn a man to stone

If you look her in the eye

You'll never find your way back home

If you answer her cry