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
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
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