Carve
Tara Maclean

Carve

Tear up the pages I wrote
Take the knife from my throat
Scream at an empty chair
Finally getting somewhere with you gone,
There's no music in song,
You really didn't stay long,
Considering,
We were going to die
In each other's arms.

Take down the pictures of us,
Nails in the coffin of trust.
Kick out the rest of the dirt,
Trying to bury the hurt

With you gone, there's no music in song
You didn't really stay long considering
We were going to die in each other's arms
Each other's arms.

There is not a day I don't carve into the stone
Somewhere along the way, I, I must have died alone

With you gone, there's no music in song
You didn't really stay long considering,
We were going to die in each other's arms.
Each other's arms
Each other's arms
Each other's arms