Weights & Measures (Acoustic)
Dry the River"Weights & Measures (Acoustic)" is a song by Dry the River, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:22 long and contains 33 lines and 191 words.
0:00You've made your decision
0:07Now get up and leave
0:14The familiar sting of the woodcutter's
0:20Swing to the tree
0:26I'll fall in the forest
0:33To elbows and knees
0:40And it won't make a sound
0:43Since there's no one around
0:47Here to see
0:52I was prepared to love you
1:05And never respect anything of you
1:24If the spirit has left you baby
1:30Don't lie to yourself
1:37Put them old records on
1:40And admit that it's gone somewhere
1:49Just because we're beasts of blame by nature
1:55Doesn't mean that you should carry it again
2:02It's a question of needs and not rosary
2:07Beads in the end
2:14I was prepared to love you
2:26And never respect anything of you
2:38There's no patron saint of sudden restraint
2:45Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
2:53Just a funeral wake
3:06And in comes the black night
3:12Calling your name since you were born
3:18But I couldn't hear it
3:25I was empty as a drum
3:43I was prepared to love you
3:55And never expect anything of you
4:07And there's no patron saint of sudden restraint
4:14Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
4:22Just a funeral wake
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
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