Lyrics:

Do you ever remember, all the stories you've been told
When you're lying awake in the middle of the night?
You see all your life so clearly now, it seems
As if you're running for your life.
Run for your life!
Run for your life!

Do you really want to believe?
Do you really want to receive
All the nightmares that you hold so dear to your heart?
Do you really want to reply?
Do you really want to try
To remove the slur on your name and your line?
Can you really trust in a man?
Can you really follow a plan?
Does there really need to be a lord of the moor once more?

Don't lose sight of your goals,
You have to believe in your heart and your mind
But it's easy to listen to words that have no soul
When you're fighting for the only life you know.
Run for your life!
Run for your life!

Do you really want to believe?
Do you really want to receive
All the nightmares that you hold so dear to your heart?
Do you really want to reply?
Do you really want to try
To remove the slur on your name and your line?
Can you really trust in a man?
Can you really follow a plan?
Does there really need to be a lord of the moor once more?

(WATSON: Upon realizing I was not Sir Henry, Beryl Stapleton apologized and retreated to the house, leaving me more bemused than ever.)

Do you really want to believe?
Do you really want to receive
All the nightmares that you hold so dear to your heart?
Do you really want to reply?
Do you really want to try
To remove the slur on your name and your line?
Can you really trust in a man?
Can you really follow a plan?
Does there really need to be a lord of the moor once more, once more?