E5
Love is a graveyard
A5                  E5
For nostalgia and trouble
A5              E5
Wickedness and trouble
             B5
Forgive me, love

And I?ve carved my name
On the livers of my lovers
The hearts of all my brothers
Forgive me, love

A5                D5
So take away the poets pen
G5                   E5
I?ll never speak of love again
A5                    D5
Break the hands that made a pair
G5                         E5         
And never will I need to care, anyway

And i?ve cast my stones
Of all the guilty others
A rubble to above us
Of my design

And I?ve marked my kills
With scratches on the bed post
The bloody sheets and dirty clothes
And English flowers across the floor

So take away the poets pen
I?ll 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 poets pen
I?ll never speak of love again
Break the hands that made a pair
And never will I need to care, anyway