The Lovers

Up from the pastures of boredom Out from the sea of discontent They come in packs like hungry hounds Up the seekers of the dark enchantment They hold the boulevards and bars They pray to wishing wells and stars They ride the hurricane of hope Not looking back but only go towards the distance and deceiving And all the while they keep believing They are special and apart The lovers, The lovers of the heart, The lovers And when they pair off two by two They feel they are the chosen few And though their beds are made of straw It feels like velvet in the night And so the night is never ending It's made of distance and pretending Because they're special and apart The lovers, The lovers of the heart, The lovers And when love goes away And when love goes Goodbye Catches in their throats like cotton Rises in their hearts like rain The good times suddenly are all forgotten The hunt begins again... They search the subways and the streets Their faces tired like their feet Their bodies aching to be warmed And so they hide behind the moon The loneliness indise them growing And they take comfort in just knowing That they are special and apart The lovers The lovers of the heart The lovers And when love comes again And when love comes Hello Arises from their throats like singing And catches in their hearts like wind The good things strangers in their arms are bringing Makes life alright again They turn their faces to the light No longer hiding in the night So unashamed and unafraid That they can face each other's faults And though the waltz will have its ending There's no harm in just pretending That they are special and apart The lovers The lovers of the heart The lovers