The Lovers
Arctic Monkeys Lyrics


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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 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
it?s made of distance and pretending
coz 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 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 other?s 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.

Overall Meaning

In "The Lovers", the Arctic Monkeys sing about the feeling of being lost and searching for a connection. The song describes how people search for love and companionship in bars, wishing wells, and even in the stars. When they find what they are looking for, they experience a sense of belonging and feel like they are part of something special. However, when love fades away, they are once again plagued by emptiness and loneliness. The song suggests that people continue the pursuit of love no matter how many times they have failed because it gives them purpose and makes them feel alive.


The song's lyrics are poignant and relatable, capturing the human desire for love and acceptance. They also touch upon the idea that people seek love as a means of escaping the monotony of everyday life. However, the song suggests that love is fleeting and that people are doomed to repeat this cycle of searching and finding, only to lose it again.


Overall, "The Lovers" is a melancholic masterpiece that explores the complexities of human emotions and the endless search for love and connection.


Line by Line Meaning

Up from the pastures of boredom
The seekers of the dark enchantment come from mundane places.


out from the sea of discontent
These seekers are searching for something to fill their dissatisfaction.


they come in packs like hungry hounds
They are desperate and determined to find what they seek.


the seekers of the dark enchantment.
These individuals are searching for something special and unique.


They haunt the boulevards and bars
They search these places for what they desire.


they pray to wishing wells and stars
They believe in something greater than themselves.


they ride the hurricane of hope
They put their trust in their aspirations and dreams.


not looking back but on they go
They are looking towards their future aspirations.


toward the distance and deceiving
They understand what they seek is far away and may not be trustworthy.


and all the while they keep believing
Despite the obstacles they face, they keep their faith.


they are special and apart
They view themselves as unique and exclusive.


the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.
These individuals are lovers seeking for heartfelt love.


And when they pair off two by two
When they finally find someone, they stay with them.


they feel they are the chosen few
They believe they have something special with their chosen lover.


and though their beds are made of straw
They don't need materialism to find comfort.


they feel like velvet in the night
They feel luxurious with each other.


and so the night is never ending
The night with their lover is forever memorable.


it?s made of distance and pretending
The reality of their love may not be what it seems.


coz they?re special and apart
They believe their love is unique and better than others.


the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.
These individuals are lovers seeking for heartfelt love.


And when love goes away
When love ends...


and when love goes...
When love ends...


goodbye...
The goodbye is difficult.


catches in their throats like cotton
Their goodbyes are challenging to express.


rises in their hearts like rain
Their sadness is overwhelming and inescapable.


the good times suddenly are all forgotten
Their happy times fade away, and their sadness remains.


the hunt begins again.
They start searching for love again.


They search the subways and the streets
They search in public places for love.


their faces tired, like their feet
Their search for love has drained them physically and emotionally.


their bodies aching to be warm
Their passion for love is intense.


and so they hide behind the moon
They try to hide their loneliness and sadness.


their loneliness inside them growing
Their feeling of loneliness is becoming more intense.


but they take comfort in just knowing
Despite the lack of love, they have hope in their search.


that they are special and apart
They believe they are exceptional and different from others.


the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers
These individuals are lovers searching for heartfelt love.


And when love comes again
When they find love again...


and when love comes
When they find love again...


hello...
The hello is joyous.


rises from their throats like singing
Their happiness is all-consuming.


catches in their hearts like wind
Their love is intense indescribable.


the good things
Their happiness


strangers in their arms are bringing
Their lovers are bringing moments of happiness.


makes life all right again.
With their lover, they find meaning in life.


They turn their faces to the light
They start believing in the brighter things.


no longer hiding in the night
They don't feel the need to hide behind their pain anymore.


so unashamed and unafraid
They become brave and fearless in their affection.


that they can face each other?s faults
They accept and embrace each other's flaws.


and though the waltz will have its ending
Their love will have its conclusion.


there is no harm in just pretending
It doesn't hurt to believe that their love is special.


that they are special and apart
Even though they accept their faults, they still believe their love is exceptional.


the lovers, the lovers of the heart... the lovers.
These individuals are lovers searching for heartfelt love.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Fran

"The Lovers"

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 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 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.



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Leila M

his laugh is the most precious thing in the world

Ikki Son

Yeah, its a kind of magic, he's really a great guy

narinehmay

this needs to be on spotify

Ikki Son

I need more songs like this

Xochitl Valderrama

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durian green

I really hope someone still listening to this till now. ♥️

snoop dogg

I won’t ever stop

Zeynep •

i’m in love with this song, i wanna to listen to it forever!! ♾ 💘

SS

omg! so beautiful! alex is the most perfect human being ever!

Fran

"The Lovers"

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 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 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.

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