My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals of 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 or failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles Madames light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of mat sticks Crumble into one another
My love,
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