Chords for Alex Turner - The Lovers (Acoustic)

[C#m] _ _ Up from the pastures of boredom, _ out from the sea of [G#m] discontent,
They come in packs like hungry [B] hounds, up the seekers of the dark _ [C#m] enchantment. _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Am] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
They haunt the boulevards and bars, _ they pray to wishing wells and stars, _ _
They ride the hurricane of hope, [A] not looking back but on they go.
_ [B] _ Towards the [E] distance and deceiving, [C#m] _ and all the while they [F#m] keep believing,
_ [B] _ _ They are [E] special and apart, _ [C#m] _ _ _ [C#] the [F#m] lovers, _ _ [B] _ the lovers [F#m] of the heart, _ [B] _ _ _ [C#m] the lovers.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ 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 [F#m] velvet in the [C#] [B] night,
_ [E] And so the night is never ending, [C#m] _ it's made of [F#m] distance and pretending,
_ [B] _ _ Because they're [E] special and apart, _ _ [C#m] _ _
the [F#m] lovers, _ [B] _ _ the lovers [F#m] of the heart, _ [B] _ _ _ the [C#m] lovers. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ [D] _ And [F#m]
when love goes away, _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [G#] _ [D] [E] Goodbye, _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ [B] catches in their throats [F#m] like [B] cotton, _ _
[G#] _ rises in their [C#m] hearts like rain,
[F#m] Good times _ [G#] suddenly are [C#m] all forgotten, _ _ _ _ _ the [F#m] hunt _ _ _ [G#m] begins _ _ _ [E] again. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ They search the subways and the streets, _ their faces tired like their feet,
_ Their bodies aching to be warm, and so they [F#m] hide behind the moon,
[B] _ The loneliness [E] inside them growing, [C#m] _ and they take [F#m] comfort in just [A] knowing,
[B] _ _ That they are [E] special and apart, _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#m] the lovers, _ [B] _ _ the lovers [F#m] of the heart, _ [B] _ _ _ [C#m] the lovers.
_ _ _ _ And when love [F#m] comes again, _ _ [G#m] and when love comes,
_ [E] Hello, _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ [B] rises from their [F#m] throats like [B]
singing, _ [G#] and catches in their [C#m] hearts like wind,
[F#m] The good things [G#] _
strangers in their [C#m] arms are bringing, _ [F#m] makes _ life [G#m] all right.
One more, Jonathan, promise.
_ [E] Again, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ they turn their faces to the light, _ no longer hiding in the night,
_ So unashamed and unafraid that [G#m] they can [F#m] face each other's faults,
[B] _ And though the [E] walls will have its ending, [C#m] _ there's no [F#m] harm in just pretending,
[A] _ [B] _ That they are [E] special and apart, [B] _ [C#m] _ _ _ the [F#m]
lovers, _ [B] _ the lovers [A] of the heart, _ [B] _ _ _ [C#m] the lovers.
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