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