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