My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
But she's true like ice, like fireAnd people carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love laughs like a flower
And valentines can't buy herIn the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wallSome speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at allThe cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudgeStatues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judgeThe bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bringThe wind howls like a hammer
The night goes raining
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wingMy love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
To all the gifts that wise men bringThe wind howls like a hammer
The night goes raining
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Songwriters
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