The Name of This Thing Is Not Love Songtext
von Elvis Costello & The Imposters

There′s a part of this feeling that I just cannot kill
But the name of this thing is not love
And I can't take a potion, and I won′t take a pill
So it tortures me still, but the name of this thing is not love

You start entertaining such a terrible thought
Life is so very short
And the name of this thing is not love

There's a bruise on her arm, and some blood on the floor
But the name of this thing is not love
And they're taunting some girl
That they claim to adore, she can′t take anymore
But the name of this thing is not love


Who in the world do you think that you are?
That you pushed me this far
But the name of this thing is not love
The name of this thing is not love, the name of this thing is not love

He thinks of her still, you′d never guess
He's trying hard to forget her
The occasional moments that he′ll always bless
Watching her dress, for worse or for better

He watched her pick over her broken playthings
What played on his mind is not love
The cast aside tokens and discarded rings
Over one of his flings, but the name of this thing is not love

Then he threw something down in the wild rushing river
And will never recover, but the name of this thing is not love
Then you start out pretending you're so very tough
Life is not short enough, but the name of this thing is not love

The name of this thing is not love
The name of this thing is not love
The name of this thing is