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.