[00:00.00] 作曲 : Unknown
[00:00.19]My love, she speaks like silence
[00:05.46]Without ideals or violence
[00:09.71]She doesn't have to say she's faithful
[00:13.80]Yet, she's true like ice, like fire
[00:19.83]People carry roses
[00:24.14]Make promises by the hours
[00:28.83]My love, she laughs like the flowers
[00:33.41]Valentines can't buy her
[00:40.05]In dime stores and bus stations
[00:45.48]People talk of situations
[00:49.83]Read books, read deep quotations
[00:53.71]Draw conclusions on the wall
[00:59.18]Some speak of the future
[01:03.73]My love, she speaks softly
[01:07.86]She knows there's no success like failure
[01:12.24]And that failure's no success at all
[01:20.47]Cloak and dagger dangles
[01:25.21]Madams light the candles
[01:29.56]In ceremonies of the horsemen
[01:33.39]Even the pawn must hold a grudge
[01:39.02]Statues made of matchsticks
[01:43.76]Crumble into one another
[01:47.66]My love winks she does not bother
[01:52.16]She knows too much to argue or to judge
[01:59.24]The bridge at midnight trembles
[02:04.42]The country doctor rambles
[02:08.48]Bankers' nieces seek perfection
[02:12.86]Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
[02:18.31]The wind howls like a hammer
[02:22.70]The night wind blows cold an' rainy
[02:27.14]My love, she's like some raven
[02:31.18]At my window with a broken wing

作曲 : Unknown
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
Make promises by the hours
My love, she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, read deep 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
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 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 wind blows cold an' rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing