The Lovers Lyrics - Marvelous Clouds - 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're 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 

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 warm 

And so they hide behind the moon 

Their loneliness inside them growing 

But 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 

The good things 

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 

That 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