My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to to say she's faithful
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire
And make promises by the hours
My love, she laughs like the flowers
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, and repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
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
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even a pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
My love winks, she doesn't bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Banker's nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
