Jacques brel, jouannest, eric blau, mort shuman      They hold each others hands   They walk without a sound   Down forgotten streets   Their shadows kiss the ground   Their footsteps   Sing a song   Tat'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   The desperate ones      I know the road tey'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   Be hind the settin sun   Yeh, yeh, yeh, they walk without a sound   The desperate ones      Le he who threw the stone at them   Stand up and take a bow   He knows the verb "to love"   Beu he'll never, never, never know how   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   They cry to us for help   We think it's all in fun,   They cry, they cry, they cry, they cry   Without a sound   They disappear without a sound   They walk without a sound without a sound   Disappear without a sound   Cry without a sound   Yai, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj   The desperate ones