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 guitly ohers
A rubble tomb above us
Of my design

And I marke 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 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

Never speak of love again
Never speak of love again
Never speak of love again
Never speak of love again
Never speak of love