Carve My Name

Love is a graveyard

For nostalgia and trouble

Wickedness and trouble

Forgive me love

And I carved my name on the livers of my lovers,

The hearts of all my brothers

Forgive me love

So take away the poet's pen,

and never speak of love again

Break the hands that made a pair

And never will I need to care

Anyway

And I’ve cast my stones at all the guilty others

A rubble tomb above us

Of my design

And I mark my kills with scratches on the bedpost

The bloody sheets and dirty clothes

Are English flowers across the floor

So take away the poet's pen,

and never speak of love again

Break the hands that made a pair

And never will I need to care

Anyway

And I’ve carved my name on the livers of my lovers

The wives of all my brothers

Forgive me, love

So take away the poet's pen,

I'll never speak of love again

Break the hands that made a pair

And never will I need to care

Anyway

Never speak of love again

Never speak of love again

Never speak of love again

Never speak of love again

Never speak of love