The Desperate Ones Judy Collins

They hold each others hands
They walk without a sound
Down forgotten streets
Their shadows kiss the ground

Their footsteps sing a song
That's ended before it's begun
They walk without a sound
The desperate ones

Just like the tiptoe moth
That dance before the flame
They burn their hearts so much
That death is just a name
And if love calls again

So foolishly they run, they run, they run
They run, they run, they run, they run
They run without a sound
Thе desperate onеs

I know the road they're on
I've walked their crooked mile
A hundred times or more
I drank their cup of bile