Helen Espinosa of This Life one step at a time has set us the task of fining a song about Pain for our Song Lyric Sunday.
Part of the lyrics of Meantime by Imogen Heap and Guy Sigsworth.
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
This to me this is one of the saddest of songs. A young Imogen Heap with Guy Sigsworth wrote about the pain of pretend love, love for sale that is experienced by young and old in the quest for that one true love . The cheapness and depressing aspect to sex that often rears it’s head before love arrives. Let’s face it sex is not love but both love and sex can cause a lot of pain. Love is a killer, it is unkind it enjoys your pain. We are all if we are honest yearning for the one love until we find it. Some never find it and often those who do do not take care of it and crush it carelessly like a butterfly.
So the question is in the last verse of the song.
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one