My love she speaks like silence  Without ideals or violence  She doesn't have to say she's faithful  Yet she's true, like ice, like fire  People carry roses  And make promises by the hours  My love she laughs like the flowers  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 succes 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 match sticks  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 blows rainy  My love she's like some raven  At my window with a broken wing.