Meantime Lyrics - Imogen Heap

The purity in dreaming, 

the meantime is a quarentine, 

suppose there is no difference 

and phone sex is eternal love 

the promise in our yearning 

the meantime is a quarentine 

and the body parts can mix 

when you fail to make her hard 

and you'll never find out if this ones love 

once you've dried out a river 

And you'll never found out if this one's love 

So take my heart in the mean time 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one 

Our dreams in holding patters 

And the mean time is a quarantine 

And i'm the one comparing 

My having you tonight 

And you'll never found out if this one's love 

Caressing some other lover 

And you'll never found out if this one's love 

So take my heart in the mean time 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one 

In sexual positions 

We never got to try and i 

I see lovers in the swing door 

Entangled, in space 

And you'll never found out if this one's love 

Once you've dried out a river ? 

And you'll never found out if this one's love 

So take my heart in the mean time 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one 

Will the next love be the real one