| 歌曲 | You Can't Call It Love |
| 歌手 | Roger Daltrey |
| 专辑 | Rocks in the Head |
| 作曲 : Daltrey, McMahon, Ray, Ruffy | |
| (David Ruffy,Walter Ray,Roger Daltrey) © 1992 | |
| Control 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 | |
| A 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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, its | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Daltrey, McMahon, Ray, Ruffy | |
| David Ruffy, Walter Ray, Roger Daltrey 1992 | |
| Control 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 | |
| A 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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, its | |
| 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 |