My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like fire, like icePeople carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy herIn the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, read deep 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 wind blows cold and rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Songwriters
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