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
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