This Is Not Love

Текст песни JETHRO TULL - This Is Not Love <br/> Winds howled. Rains spit down.All these nights playing precious games.Cheap hotel in some seaboard townclosed down for the winter and whispered names.Puppy-dog waves on a big moon seasnap our heels half-heartedlyand how come you know better than me( )<br />that this is not love.No, this is not love.Empty drugstore postcards freezesunburst images of summers gone.Think I see us in these promenade daysbefore we learned October&#039;s song.Out on the headland, one gale-whipped tree;curious, head-bent to see.How come you know better than methat this is not love.Down to the sad south, smokey plumes