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

And the people carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love, she laughs just like the flowers
That valentines can't buy

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of all kinds of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall

And some speak of the future
My love, she only speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And failure's no success at all
Alright

Yeah, the cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge

Statues made of matchsticks
They crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

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

And the people carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love, she laughs like the flowers
That valentines can't buy her