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