In a sentimental mood I can see the stars come through my room While your loving attitude Is like a flame that lights the gloom On the wings of every kiss Drifts a melody so strange and sweet In this sentimental bliss You make my paradise complete Rose petals seem to fall It’s all I could dream to call you mine My heart’s a lighter thing Since you made this night a thing divine In a sentimental mood I’m within a world so heavenly For I never dreamt that you’d be loving sentimental me
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 And make promises by the hours My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can’t buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat 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 succes at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of match sticks 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 blows rainy My love she’s like some raven At my window with a broken wing.