My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like ice, like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours My love,
she laughs
like the flowers
Valentines
can't buy her
In time stores and bus stations People talk of situations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles Madames light the candles
In ceremonies of the
horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Matches made of matchsticks Crumble into one another
My love winks, she doesn't bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rumbles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts
that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love,
she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing