Testo You Can't Call It Love Roger Daltrey
Cold close smoldering hearts
And it canât burst into flames then
Again it canât go out
My passion is a nightingale with a
Sword throat
A dolphin in the Thames itâs a wasted love
Itâs a telephone ringing in A empty house
Itâs motherless child
You can say itâs a good thing
You can say itâs a bad thing
You can call it anything you want
But you canât call it love
No. you canât call it love
Iâm 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 itâs a good thing
You can say itâs a bad thing
You can call it anything you want
But you canât call it love
No. you canât call it love
No. you canât call it love
The same townâs still standing
But the changes come creepinâ through
My dreams
But itâs a little late for praying
When your world is already on its knees
And on and on and on and on
My nightmareâs a devilâs 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
Itâs a homeless ghost
You can say itâs a good thing
You can say itâs a bad thing
You can call it anything you want
But you canât call it love
No. you canât call it love
No. you canât call it love
Canât call it love