Texty: Daltrey Roger. You Can't Call It Love.

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 an empty house / It's a 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 foxgloves 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, it's / 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 love...