My love she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yes she's true like ice, like fire People carry roses 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 like the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge And statues made of matchsticks 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 Banker's nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring The wind howls like a hammer The night blows cold and rainy My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
