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