Bob Dylan - Love minus zero

My ^Clove she speaks like silence^G, ^F Without ideals or ^Cviolence^G, ^F She doesn't have to say she's ^Cfaithful, Yet she's ^Dmtrue, like ^Fice, like ^Gfire.

^CPeople carry roses^G, ^F And make promises by the ^Chours^G, ^F My love she laughs like the ^Cflowers, ^DmValen^Gtines can't ^Cbuy her.

^CIn the dime stores and bus stations,^{G F} People talk of situ^Cations,^{G F} Read books, repeat quo^Ctations, Draw conc^Dmlusions ^Fon the ^Gwall.

^CSome speak of the future^G, ^F My love she speaks ^Csoftly^G, ^F She knows there's no success like ^Cfailure And that ^Dmfailure's ^Fno success at ^Gall.

^CThe cloak and dagger dangles^G, ^F Madams light the ^Ccandles^G. ^F In ceremonies of the ^Chorsemen, Even the ^Dmpawn must ^Fhold a ^Ggrudge.

^CStatues made of match sticks^G, ^F Crumble into one a^Cnother^G, ^F My love winks, she does not ^Cbother, She knows ^Dmtoo much to ^Fargue or to ^Gjudge.

^CThe bridge at midnight trembles^G, ^F The country doctor ^Crambles,^{G F} Bankers' nieces seek per^Cfection, Expecting ^Dmall the gifts that ^Fwise men ^Gbring.

^CThe wind howls like a hammer^G, ^F The night blows cold and ^Crainy^G, ^F My love she's like some ^Craven At my ^Dmwindow with a ^Fbroken ^Gwing.