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