Weights & Measures
You've made your decisionNow get up and leaveThe familiar sting of the woodcutter's swing to the tree
I'll fall in the forestTo elbows and kneesAnd it won't make a soundSince there's no one around here to see
I was prepared to love youAnd never expect anything of you
If the spirit has left you babyDon't lie to yourselfPut them old records onAnd admit that it's gone somewhere else
Just because we're beasts of blame by natureDoesn't mean that you should carry it againIt's a question of needs and not rosary beads in the end
I was prepared to love youAnd never expect anything of youAnd there's no patron saint of sudden restraintBaby there ain't no sword in a lakeJust a funeral wake
You are the coldest star in the skyOnly I couldn't see it, I was blindAnd in comes the black nightCalling your name since you were bornOnly I couldn't hear itI was empty as a drum
I was prepared to love youAnd never expect anything of youAnd there's no patron saint of sudden restraintBaby there ain't no sword in a lakeThere ain't no sword in a lakeThere ain't no sword in a lakeJust a funeral wake