They hold each others hands
They walk without a sound
Down forgotten streets
Their shadows hit the ground
Their footsteps sing a song
That's ended before it begun
They walk without a sound
The desperate ones
Just like the tiptoe moth
They dance before the flame
They burn their hearts so much
That death is just a game
And if love calls again
So foolishly they run, they run, they run
They run without a sound
The desperate ones
I know the road they're on
I've walked their crooked mile
A hundred times or more
I drank their cup of bile
They watch their dreams go down
On the bridge of nevermore
They disappear one by one
Disappear without a sound
The desperate ones
And underneath the bridge
The water's sweet and deep
This is their journey's end
The land of endless sleep
And they cry to us for help
But we think it's all in fun
They cry without a sound
Disappear without a triss
They walk their crooked mile
The desperate ones
The desperate ones
The desperate ones
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