My love she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence,
G F C
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Dm F G
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
C G F C
People carry roses, and make promises by the hours,
G F C
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Dm F G
Valentines can’t buy her.
C G F C
In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations,
G F C
Read books, repeat quotations,
Dm F G
Draw conclusions on the wall.
C G F C
Some speak of the future, my love she speaks softly,
G F C
She knows there’s no success like failure
Dm F G
And that failure’s no success at all.
C G F C
The cloak and dagger dangles, madams light the candles.
G F C
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Dm F G
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
C G F C
Statues made of match sticks crumble into one another,
G F C
My love winks, she does not bother,
Dm F G
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
C G F C
The bridge at midnight trembles, the country doctor rambles,
G F C
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection,
Dm F G
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
C G F C
The wind howls like a hammer, the night blows cold and rainy,
G F C
My love she’s like some raven
Dm F
At my window with a broken wing.
