NEXT LOVER
First released 1992
Next Lover was one of the first Seven tracks to be premiered, making its first appearance on the World Cup tour in the summer of 1990. It only appears on the cassette and CD versions of the album but not the vinyl.
Tim has always been reluctant to name the person that the song is about.
WHERE TO GET
Album Version : Seven CAS (510 932-4), CD (510 932-2)
Album Version : Seven reissue CD (548-786-2)
Album Version : The Gathering Sound boxset USB stick
Live Version : Come Home The Live Video (083 092-3)
Live Version : The Gathering Sound boxset - Come Home Live DVD
Live Version : Seven The Live Video (083 804-3)
LYRICS
Who are you dreaming of now
Is she flesh real
Or carved in memory
Who are you dreaming of now
Is she flesh real
Or bloodless fantasy
From a film, heroine
There goes innocence fading away
Here comes bitterness after you pay
For believing in stories man-made
Yes, we all want to be your next lover
But we scared so we're running you down
Yes, we all want to be your next lover
But your beauty's too far above ground
From a film, heroine
We will laugh at the worst of your jokes
Steal a kiss if we can, buy you flowers and gifts
Every move is a plan, you can measure this man
By the depth of his lies, you can measure this man
Yes we all want to be your next lover
Yes we all want to be your next lover
We are driven by things you can't feel
Are we stealing or are we the steal
So we lie like a priest
To slide under and into inside
Love is cruel but love's seldom kind
Yes we all want to be your next lover
Yes we all want to be your next lover
I can lie like the best of them
Wait with the patience of man
Seem so understanding
While I'm making my plans
I'm so full of desire, I've forgotten your name
I'm so full of desire, I could burst into flames
I'm so full of desire I can't hope to control
This desire that's closer to pain
River runs where all rivers go
This desire will not be contained
Yes we all want to be your next lover
Yes we all want to be your next lover
Lover, lover
I love her
Lover, lover, lover .......
Who are you dreaming of now
Is she flesh real
Or carved in memory