It’s the same rain the same pain The same picture in the same frame Cold close smoldering hearts And it can’t burst into flames then Again it can’t go out
My passion is a nightingale with a Sword throat A dolphin in the Thames it’s a wasted love It’s a telephone ringing in A empty house It’s motherless child
You can say it’s a good thing You can say it’s a bad thing You can call it anything you want
But you can’t call it love No. you can’t call it love I’m lost among the stars Another wishful one is waiting in the wings To pick up where the last one put you down To dry your eyes and fashion your new crown
Of fox gloves and steel strings You can say it’s a good thing You can say it’s a bad thing You can call it anything you want
But you can’t call it love No. you can’t call it love No. you can’t call it love
The same town’s still standing But the changes come creepin’ through My dreams But it’s a little late for praying When your world is already on its knees And on and on and on and on
My nightmare’s a devil’s dog on a rolling log Got no control, no sense of time, its Just a rhyme And a banshee hollers in the dead of night It’s a homeless ghost
You can say it’s a good thing You can say it’s a bad thing You can call it anything you want
But you can’t call it love No. you can’t call it love No. you can’t call it love Can’t call it loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
