Lost Lovers Songtext
von Ine Hoem

First time she saw him
She knew he was special
He worked in that record store
Where everything around him was painted black.

The second time
She bought a record
She told him she liked Bob Dylan
But the truth was she didn′t like his music at all.

This is the lost lovers' song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers′ song
Oh, how the lovers are lost

They went to the movies
He walked her home
And she imagined what their kids would look like
And what type of dog they would own.


And by the doorway
A painful silence
He kissed her and
The way she didn't like at all

This is the lost lovers' song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers′ song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers′ song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers' song
Oh, how the lovers are lost

A Friday in June
She expects his call
And she has written down the type of books he likes
And what types he doesn′t like at all

But in the moon light
The city sleeps
And she convinces herself
That this thing wasn't meant to be


This is the lost lovers′ song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers' song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers′ song
Oh, how the lovers are lost

This is the lost lovers' song
Oh, how the lovers are lost
This is the lost lovers' song
Oh, how the lovers are lost

Ooh, how the lovers are lost