text: Up from the pastures of boredom
  Out from the sea of discontent
  They come in packs like hungry hounds
  Up 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
  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
  Its made of distance and pretending
  Coz theyre 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 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...
  Rises from their throats like singing
  Catches in 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 others 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