Текст песни Jethro Tull - This is Not Love
Jethro Tull - This is Not Love слова песни
Winds howled. rains spit down.All these nights playing precious games.Cheap hotel in some seaboard townClosed down for the winter and whispered names.Puppy-dog waves on a big moon seaSnap our heels half-heartedlyAnd how come you know better than meThat this is not love.No, this is not love.Empty drugstore postcards freezeSunburst images of summers gone.Think I see us in these promenade daysBefore we learned octobers song.Out on the headland, one gale-whipped tree;Curious, head bent to see.And how come you know better than meThat this is not love.Down to the sad south, smokey plumesMark that real world city home.Broken spells and silent gloomOoze from that concrete honeycomb.Puppy-dog waves on a big moon seaSnapped our heels half-heartedlyAnd how come you know better than meThat this is not love.