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