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