Utopia - Call It What You Will

You can call it anything you want
But a rose is a rose and a thorn is a thorn
Tell me white is black and black is white
You can say anything but that don't make it right
You can tell me that the world is flat
If I didn't know any better, I might go for that
And the sky is falling on my head
I believe the sky is falling on my head
I've been such a fool
Don't you agree?
I let you call all my shots for me
Don't you know how it feels
When you've got high ideals?

Call it what you will - don't call it love
Call it what you will - don't call it love
Call it what you will - don't call it love
Call it what you will - don't call it love, not