C G F
My love she speaks like silence,
C G F
Without ideals or violence,
C
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Dm F G7
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
C G F
People carry roses,
C G F
Make promises by the hours,
C
My love she laughs like the flowers,
F G7 C
Valentines can't buy her.
C G F
In the dime stores and bus stations,
C G F
People talk of situations,
C
Read books, repeat quotations,
Dm F G7
Draw conclusions on the wall.
C G F
Some speak of the future,
C G F
My love she speaks softly,
C
She knows there's no success like failure
F G7 C
And that failure's no success at all.
C G F
The cloak and dagger dangles,
C G F
Madams light the candles.
C
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Dm F G7
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
C G F
Statues made of match sticks,
C G F
Crumble into one another,
C
My love winks, she does not bother,
F G7 C
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
C G F
The bridge at midnight trembles,
C G F
The country doctor rambles,
C
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Dm F G7
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
C G F
The wind howls like a hammer,
C G F
The night blows cold and rainy,
C
My love she's like some raven
F G7 C
At my window with a broken wing.
