Weights & Measures

You've made your decision Now get up and leave The familiar sting of the woodcutter's swing to the tree I'll fall in the forest To elbows and knees And it won't make a sound Since there's no-one around here to see I was prepared to love you And never expect anything of you If the spirit has left you baby Don't lie to yourself Put them old records on And admit that it's gone somewhere else Just because we're beasts of blame by nature Doesn't mean that you should carry it again It's a question of needs and not rosary beads in the end I was prepared to love you And never expect anything of you There's no patron saint of sudden restraint Baby there ain't no sword in a lake Just a funeral wake And in comes the black night Calling your name since you were born I couldn't hear it I was empty as a drum I was prepared to love you And never expect anything of you And there's no patron saint of sudden restraint Baby there ain't no sword in a lake There ain't no sword in a lake There ain't no sword in a lake Just a funeral wake