My love, he speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
He doesn't have to say he's faithful
Yet he's true like ice, like fire

People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love, he laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy him

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, he speaks softly
He knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all

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
Crumble into one another
My love winks, he does not bother
He knows too much to argue or to judge
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
The night blows rain in
My love, he's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing