Weights & Measures (Acoustic)

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 respect 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

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 respect 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

But 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

Just a funeral wake