This Is Not Love-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 d**gstore 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.