D A G
My love, she speaks like silence
D A
Without ideals or violence
G D
She doesnʼt have to say sheʼs faithful
Em7 A A6 A7
Yet sheʼs true like ice, like fire
D A G
People carry roses
D A
And make promises by the hour
G D
My love she laughs like the flowers
Em7 A7 D
Valentines canʼt buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows thereʼs no success like failure
And that failureʼs no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankersʼ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night wind blows cold nʼ rainy
My love, sheʼs like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
