These Desperate Hours Lyrics
These Desperate Hours - Mel Tormé
Lyrics by：Burt Bacharach
Composed by：Burt Bacharach
The time is midnight the place is crowded
The girl is missing and mister that's doom
That's why night after night
I keep trying to fight off the gloom
Desperate hours
The rain is fallin' the street's deserted
The blues are draggin' me back to my room
And I climb every stair
With a heart that's as bare as a tomb
Desperate hours
Oh Lord help me where is she
Might she set me free when I don't want to be
Can't she see I need her so desperately
Desperately
The sky might clear up the day might cheer up
And yeah I know there'll be darkness at noon
For as long as she's gone I'll go on
A world out of tune
Everyday
Every way
Evermore
Twenty four
Desperate hours
Desperate hours
Desperate hours