Turtles - Love minus zero

My ^Clove she speaks like silence,^F Without ideals or ^Cviolence,^F She doesn't have to say she's ^Cfaithful, Yet she's ^Dmtrue, like ^Fice, like ^Gfire.^Gsus4

^CPeople carry roses,^F And make promises by the ^Chours,^F My love she laughs like the ^Cflowers, ^DmValen^Gtines can't ^Cbuy her.^{C Csus2 C Csus4}

The ^Cbridge at midnight trembles^F, The country doctor ^Crambles,^F Bankers' nieces seek per^Cfection, Expecting ^Dmall the gifts that ^Fwise men ^Gbring.^Gsus4

The ^Cwind howls like a hammer,^F The night blows cold and ^Crainy^F, My love she's like some ^Craven At my ^Dmwindow with ^Ga broken ^Cwing.^Csus4

In the ^Cdime stores and bus stations,^F People talk of situ^Cations,^F Read books, repeat quo^Ctations, Draw conc^Dmlusions ^Fon the ^Gwall.^Gsus4

^CSome speak of the future,^F My love she speaks ^Csoftly,^F

She knows there's no success like ^Cfailure And that ^Dmfailure's ^Gno success at ^Call.^Csus4

^DmAhhh ^Fahhh ^Cahhh ^DmAhhh ^Fahhh ^Gahhh