My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals of 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 hour
My love, she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Come 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
mad'am's light the candles
In ceremonies of the horseman
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks
Crumble in to 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
Banker's neices seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer
The night glows raining
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
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Lyrics submitted by Victoria.