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 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 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