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