D A G My love, she speaks like silence D A Without ideals or violence. G D She doesn't have to say she's faithful Em7 A A6 A7 Yet she's true like ice, like fire. D A G People carry roses D A And make promises by the hour. G D My love, she laughs like the flowers Em A7 D Valentines can't buy her. D A G In dime stores and bus stations D A People talk of situations, G D Read books, repeat quotations, Em7 A A6 A7 Draw conclusions on the wall. D A G Some speak of the future; D A My love, she speaks softly. G D She knows there's no success like failure Em A7 D And that failure's no success at all. D A G The cloak and dagger dangles, D A Madams light the candles. G D In ceremonies of the horseman Em7 A A6 A7 Even the pawn must hold a grudge. D A G Statues made of match sticks D A Crumble into one another. G D My love winks, she does not bother. Em A7 D She knows too much to argue or to judge. D A G The bridge at midnight trembles, D A The country doctor rambles, G D Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Em7 A A6 A7 Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. D A G The wind howls like a hammer, D A The night wind blows cold and rainy. G D My love, she's like some raven Em A7 D At my window with a broken wing.
Enviado por: anônimo
Corrigido por: Genie T Singer
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