I just found this beautiful song on you tube. I listened to this song a lot when I was a school girl. It was on an album that was a collection of artists. My version had all the pops and hisses.
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 their hurricane of hope
Not looking back but on they go
Towards the distance and deceiving
All the while they keep believing
That they are special and a part
The lovers
The lovers of the heart
The lovers
And when they pair off two by two
They feel they are the chosen few
Because their beds are made of straw
That 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 a part
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 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 a part
The lovers
The lovers of the heart
The lovers
And when love comes again
And when love comes
Hello
Rises from their throats like singing
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 others faults
And though the waltz will have its ending
There’s no harm in just pretending
That they are special and a part
The lovers
The lovers of the heart
The lovers
clickable photos from various flickr accts.
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