C | |
My | love she speaks like silence |
G | F | C | |
Without ideals or | violence |
F | C |
She doesn’t have to say she’s | faithful |
Dm | F | G | Gsus4 | G | ||
Yet she’s | true, like | ice, like | fire |
C |
People carry roses |
G | F | C | |
And make promises by the | hours |
F | C |
My love she laughs like the | flowers |
Dm | G |
Valentines can’t | buy her |
C | |
In the | dime stores and bus stations |
G | F | C | |
People talk of situ | ations |
G | F | C | |
Read books, repeat quo | tations |
Dm | F | G | |
Draw con | clusions | on the | wall |
C |
Some speak of the future |
G | F | C | |
My love she speaks | softly |
G | F | C | |
She knows there’s no success like | failure |
Dm | G | C | |
And that | failure’s no suc | cess at | all |
C | |
The | cloak and dagger dangles |
G | F | C | |
Madams light the | candles |
G | F | C | |
In ceremonies of the | horsemen |
Dm | F | G | |
Even the | pawn must | hold a | grudge |
C |
Statues made of match sticks |
G | F | C | |
Crumble into one a | nother |
G | F | C | |
My love winks, she does not | bother |
Dm | G | C | |
She | knows too much to | argue or to | judge |
C | |
The | bridge at midnight trembles |
G | F | C | |
The country doctor | rambles |
G | F | C | |
Bankers’ nieces seek per | fection |
Dm | F | G | |
Expecting | all the gifts | that wise men | bring |
C |
The wind howls like a hammer |
G | F | C | |
The night blows | rainy |
G | F | C | |
My love she’s like some | raven |
Dm | G | C | |
At my | window with a | broken | wing |