You ve made your decision now get up and leave
The familiar sting of the woodcutters 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 a spirit has left you baby don t lie to yourself
Put them old records on and admit that it s gone somewhere else
Gust because we re beasts of blame by nature doesn t mean that you should carry it again
It s a question of need to know rosary beads in the air
I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
But there s no patron saint or sullen restraint
There ain t not sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake
You were the coldest star in the sky
Only I couldn t see it I was blind
In come the black night calling your name since you were born
Only I couldn t hear it I was empty as a drum
I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
But there no patron saint or sullen restraint
There ain t not sword in our lake
There ain t not sword in our lake
There ain t not sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake.