During one slip of the tongue
There is big bang and total entropy
From red giants to white dwarfs
The whole scale
Of cosmic dimensions are falling
From my mouth
In the description of a kiss
Of the Interimlovers
The Interimlovers
In the Interim

Between microphone and macrocosm
Between genesis und sixsixsix
Inbetween and on the bottom of the sea
Between plankton and philosophy
There they are
The Interimlovers [x3]

In [bad word] mouth
Lives a hummingbird
With each beat of its wings
Too swift for any eye to see
Cultures flourish and perish
Whole continents vanish
I wade through the filth of mighty
Metaphors
Meta, meta, meta, meta by metre
With gestures far too wide
For the Interimlovers
The Interimlovers [x2]
Are lovers in the
INTERIM  [bad word] knows how many times]

Between temporary and tempura
Between tightrope and sabre dance
Between chaos and with no course at all
Between semtex and the utopia
There they are
The Interimlovers

Right there in each others arms
In the course of just one winking beat of an eye
Thirstily devour [3]
The last drop of light
They are not there yesterday
Tomorrow not yet
The lovers
The Interimlovers

Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
Und morgen noch nicht