Dylan
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.
People carry roses and make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers, valentines can't buy her.
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 she speaks softly
She 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 match sticks crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother, she knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles, the country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection, expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer, the night blows rainy
My love she's like some raven at my window with a broken wing.