The Name Of This Thing Is Not Love - Elvis Costello

The Name Of This Thing Is Not Love - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)/The Imposters
Written by：Elvis Costello
You naver
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
Then 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 so to forget her
The occasional moments that he'll always bless
Watching her dress
For worse or 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 won't ever recover
But the name of this thing is not love
Then you start out pretending that 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 not love