Elvis Costello & the Imposters

The Name of This Thing Is Not Love
There's a part of this feelingThat I just cannot killBut the name of this thing is not loveAnd I can't take a potionAnd I won't take a pillSo it tortures me stillBut the name of this thing is not loveThen you start entertainingSuch a terrible thoughtLife is so very shortAnd the name of this thing is not loveThere's a bruise on her armAnd some blood on the floorBut the name of this thing is not loveAnd they're taunting some girlThat they claim to adoreShe can't take anymoreBut the name of this thing is not loveWho in the world do you think you are?That you pushed me this farBut the name of this thing is not loveHe thinks of her stillSongtexteAlthough you'd never guessHe's trying so to forget herThe occasional moments that he'll always blessWatching her dressFor worse of betterHe watched her pick over her broken playthingsWhat played on his mind is not loveThe cast aside tokens and discarded ringsOver on of his flingsBut the name of this things is not loveThen he threw something down in the wild rushing riverAnd won't ever recoverBut the name of this thing is not loveThen you start out pretending that you're so very toughLife is not short enoughBut the name of this thing is not love Aus Songtexte Mania