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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 fire

And people carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love laughs like a flower
And 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

Some 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
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into 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
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring

The wind howls like a hammer
The night goes raining
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

My 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 bring

The wind howls like a hammer
The night goes raining
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
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 fire      And people carry roses   Make promises by the hour   My love laughs like a flower   And 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      Some 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   Madams light the candles   In ceremonies of the horsemen   Even the pawn must hold a grudge      Statues made of matchsticks   Crumble into 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   Bankers' nieces seek perfection   Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring      The wind howls like a hammer   The night goes raining   My love, she's like some raven   At my window with a broken wing      My 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 bring      The wind howls like a hammer   The night goes raining   My love, she's like some raven   At my window with a broken wing