My love, she speaks like silence Without ideal or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like ice and fire And the people carry roses Make promises by the hour My love, she laughs just like the flower That valentine can't buy her In the dime store and bus station People talk of all kind of situation Read books, repeat quotation Draw conclusions on the wall And some speak of future My love, she always speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And failure's no success at all Alright Yeah, the cloak and the dagger dangle And madams light the candle In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge The statue made of match stick They crumble into one another My love winks, she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge She's my love, she speaks like silence With no ideal or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like ice, like fire And the people carry roses And make promises by the hour My love, she laughs just like the flower That valentine can't buy her
