The Lovers Songtext
von Aaron Freeman

Up from the pastures of boredom

Out from the sea of discontent
They come in packs like hungry hounds
The seekers of the dark enchantment

They haunt the boulevards and bars
They pray to wishing wells and stars
They ride the hurricane of hope
Not looking back but on they go
Toward the distance and deceiving
And all the while they keep believing
That 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
They feel like velvet in the night
And so the night is never-ending
It′s made of distance and pretending
That they are special and apart

The lovers
The lovers of the heart
The lovers

And when love goes away
And when love goes, goodbye
And it catches in their throats like cotton
And it rises in their hearts like rain
And the good times
Are suddenly all forgotten
And the hunt begins again

They search the subways and the streets
Their faces tired like their feet
Their bodies aching to be warm
And so they hide behind the moon
The loneliness inside 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
It rises from their throats like singing
And it comes up from their hearts like wind
And the good things
The strangers in their arms are bringing
Makes life all right again

They turn their faces to the light
No longer hiding in the night
So unashamed and unafraid
They can face each other's faults
And though the waltz will have its ending
There is no harm in just pretending
That they are special and apart

The lovers
The lovers of the heart
The lovers