This Is Not Love Songtext
von Jethro Tull

Winds howled, rains spit down.
All these nights playing precious games.
Cheap hotel in some seaboard town
Closed down for the winter and whispered names.
Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea
Snapped our heels half-heartedly.
How come you know better than me that this is not love?
No, this is not love.


Empty drugstore, postcards freeze
Sunburst images of summers gone.
Think I see us in these promenade days
Before we learned October′s song.
Out on the headland, one gale-whipped tree -
Curious, head bent to see.
How come you know better than me that this is not love?
No, this is not love.
This is not love, yeah.

How come you know better than me,
Well, how come you know better than me.
So how come you know better than me that this is not love?
This is not love.

Down to the sad south, smoky plumes
Mark that real world city home.
Broken spells and silent gloom
Ooze from that concrete honeycomb.
Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea
Snapped our heels half-heartedly.
And how come you know better than me that this is not love?
No, this is not love.
No, this is not love.
This is not love, this is not love, this is not love.