My love, she speaks like silenceWithout ideals or violenceShe doesn't have to say she's faithfulYet she's true, like ice, like fire
People carry rosesAnd make promises by the hoursMy love, she laughs like the flowersValentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stationsPeople talk of situationsRead books, repeat quotationsDraw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the futureMy love, she speaks softlyShe knows there's no success like failureAnd that failure's no success at all

The cloak and dagger danglesMadams light the candlesIn ceremonies of the horsemenEven the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match sticksCrumble into one anotherMy love winks, she does not botherShe knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight tremblesThe country doctor ramblesBankers' nieces seek perfectionExpecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammerThe night blows rainyMy love, she's like some ravenAt my window with a broken wing