Weights & Measures

Youve made your decision
Now get up and leave
The familiar sting of the woodcutters swing to the tree

Ill fall in the forest
To elbows and knees
And it wont make a sound
Since theres 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
Dont lie to yourself
Put them old records on
And admit that its gone somewhere else

Just because were beasts of blame by nature
Doesnt mean that you should carry it again
Its a question of needs
and not rosary beads in the end

I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
Theres no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there aint no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake

You were the coldest star in the sky
Only I couldnt see it: I was blind.

And in comes the black night
Calling your name since you were born
Only I couldnt hear it: I was empty as a drum.

I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
And theres no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there aint no sword in our lake
there aint no sword in our lake
there aint no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake