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 [bad word] the black night
Calling your name since you were born
I couldn't hear it
I was empty as a [bad word] 

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