My love, she 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 And make promises by the hours My love, she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her 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 And the night blows rainy My love, she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing 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 Aah...