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