My ^Clove she speaks like silence^{G F} Without ideals or ^Cviolence ^{G F} She doesn't have to say she's ^Cfaithful Yet she's ^Dmtrue, like ^Fice, like ^G7fire

^CPeople carry roses^{G F} And make promises by the ^Chours^{G F} My love she laughs like the ^Cflowers ^DmValentines ^Gcan't buy ^Cher

^CIn the dime stores and bus stations^{G F} People talk of situ^Cations^{G F} Read books, repeat quo^Ctations Draw con^Dmclusions ^Fon the ^G7wall

^CSome speak of the future^{G F} My love she speaks ^Csoftly^{G F} She knows there's no success like ^Cfailure And that ^Dmfailure's no ^Gsuccess at ^Call

The ^Ccloak and dagger dangles^{G F} Madams light the c^Candles^{G F} In ceremonies of the ^Chorsemen Even a ^Dmpawn must ^Fhold a ^G7grudge

^CStatues made of match sticks^{G F} Crumble into one ^Canother^{G F} My love winks, she does not ^Cbother She ^Dmknows too much to ^Gargue or to ^Cjudge

The ^Cbridge at midnight trembles^{G F} The country doctor ^Crambles^{G F} Bankers' nieces seek ^Cperfection Expecting ^Dmall the gifts that ^Fwise men ^G7bring

The ^Cwind howls like a hammer^{G F} The night blows ^Crainy^{G F} My love she's like some ^Craven At my ^Dmwindow with a ^Gbroken ^Cwing