(Bob Dylan)      My love 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 make promises by the hours   My love laughs like the flower valentines can't buy her.      In the dimestores and the stations people talk of situations   Read books repeat questions 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.      Oh, the cloak and dagger dangles, madams light the candles   In ceremonies of the horsemen even pawns must hold a grudge   Wind howls like a hammer night blows cold and rainy   My love she's like the raven at my window with a broken wing... mhm