The Lovers Songtext
von Rod McKuen

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