Roger Daltrey - You Can't Call It Love lyrics
[Roger Daltrey - You Can't Call It Love lyrics]
Mm, 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 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
Oh, 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
Hey yeah, The same town's still standing
But the changes come creepin'
Through my dreams
Ooh yeah, but it's a little late for praying
When your world is already on it's 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
No, you can't call it love
Oh, you can't call it love
No, you can't call it love
No, you can't call it love
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 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
Oh, 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
Hey yeah, The same town's still standing
But the changes come creepin'
Through my dreams
Ooh yeah, but it's a little late for praying
When your world is already on it's 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
No, you can't call it love
Oh, you can't call it love
No, you can't call it love
No, you can't call it love