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
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, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
My love she speaks softly
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
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
The wind howls like a hammer
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
