LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Lovers
Up from the pastures of boredomout from the sea of discontentthey come in packs like hungry houndsthe seekers of the dark enchantment.They haunt the boulevards and barsthey pray to wishing wells and starsthey ride the hurricane of hopenot looking back but on they gotoward the distance and deceivingand all the while they keep believingthey are special and apartthe lovers, the lovers of the heartthe lovers.And when they pair off two by twothey feel they are the chosen fewand though their beds are made of strawthey feel like velvet in the nightand so the night is never endingit's made of distance and pretendingBecause they're special and apartthe lovers, the lovers of the heartthe lovers.And when love goes awayand when love goes,goodbye!catches in their throats like cottonrises in their hearts like rainthe good times suddenly are all forgottenthe... hunt... begins... again.They search the subways and the streetstheir faces tired, like their feettheir bodies aching to be warmand so they hide behind the moontheir loneliness inside them growingbut they take comfort in just knowingthat they are special and apartthe lovers, the lovers of the heartthe loversAnd when love comes againand when love comeshello!rises from their throats like singingcatches in their hearts like windthe good thingsstrangers in their arms are bringingmakes life all right... again.They turn their faces to the lightno longer hiding in the nightso unashamed and unafraidthat they can face each others faultsand though the waltz will have it's endingthere is no harm in just pretendingthat they are special and apartthe lovers, the lovers of the heartthe lovers.
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