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 pa**ion 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...