They haunt
the boulevard s and bars
They pray to wishing wells and stars
They ride the hurricane of hope
Not looking back but on they go
Toward their distance and deceiving
And all the while they keep believing
That they are special and about
The lovers,
the lovers of the heart
The lovers
An d when they
pair off two by two
They feel they are the chosen few
An d 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
Because they're special and apart
The lovers
The lovers of the heart
The lovers
And when love goes away
And when love goes good
-bye
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 street
Their faces tired
like their feet
Their bodies aching to be warm
And so they hide behind the moon
The loneliness inside them growing
But they take com
fort in just knowing
That they are special and apart
The lovers,
the lovers of the heart
And when love comes again,
and when love comes, hello
Love 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
They can face each other's foes
And though the walls will
have its ending
There's no harm in
just pretending
They're special and apart, the lovers,
the lovers of the heart, the lovers.