D A G
My love, she speaks like silence
D A
Without ideals or violence.
G D
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Em7 A A6 A7
Yet she's true like ice, like fire.
D A G
People carry roses
D A
And make promises by the hour.
G D
My love, she laughs like the flowers
Em A7 D
Valentines can't buy her.
D A G
In dime stores and bus stations
D A
People talk of situations,
G D
Read books, repeat quotations,
Em7 A A6 A7
Draw conclusions on the wall.
D A G
Some speak of the future;
D A
My love, she speaks softly.
G D
She knows there's no success like failure
Em A7 D
And that failure's no success at all.
D A G
The cloak and dagger dangles,
D A
Madams light the candles.
G D
In ceremonies of the horseman
Em7 A A6 A7
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
D A G
Statues made of match sticks
D A
Crumble into one another.
G D
My love winks, she does not bother.
Em A7 D
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
D A G
The bridge at midnight trembles,
D A
The country doctor rambles,
G D
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Em7 A A6 A7
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
D A G
The wind howls like a hammer,
D A
The night wind blows cold and rainy.
G D
My love, she's like some raven
Em A7 D
At my window with a broken wing.