Even a pawn must hold a grudge
Knows there's no success like failure
Draw conclusions on the wall
People carry roses
In ceremonies of the horsemen
The night blows cold and rainy
Crumble into one another
But she's true, like ice, or fire
Cloak and dagger dangles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Statues made of matchsticks
Read books, and repeat quotations
Valentines can't buy her
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The country doctor rambles
The bridge at midnight trembles
People talk over situations
My love, she speaks softly
She knows too much to argue or to judge
In the dime stores and bus stations
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
The wind howls like a hammer
Madams light the candles
My love, she laughs like the flowers
My love winks, she doesn't bother
And that failure's no success at all
My love, she's like some raven
Some speak of the future
Make promises by the hours
