Weights & Measures Acordes

	  
 


                    C                  G 
You ve made your decision now get up and leave 

      F                   G                        C 
The familiar sting of the woodcutters swing to the tree 

                 C                   G 
I’ll fall in the forest to elbows and knees. 

       F                                G                     C 
And it won t make a sound since there s no one around here to see 


         F        C 
I was prepared to love you 

            F             C      G 
And never expect anything of you 


                C                         G 
If a spirit has left you baby don t lie to yourself 

       F                     G                   C 
Put them old records on and admit that it s gone somewhere else 

                   C                                                      G 
Gust because we re beasts of blame by nature doesn t mean that you should carry it again 

      F                        G                   C 
It s a question of need to know rosary beads in the air 



         F        C 
I was prepared to love you 

            F             C 
And never expect anything of you 

                      F  
But there s no patron saint or sullen restraint 

C               G            F 
There ain t not sword in our lake 

                C 
Just a funeral wake 


             Am                   C 
You were the coldest star in the sky 

                F            C 
Only I couldn t see it I was blind 

            Am                       C 
In come the black night calling your name since you were born 

                F             G             C 
Only I couldn t hear it I was empty as a drum 



         F        C 
I was prepared to love you 

            F             C 
And never expect anything of you 

                    F  
But there no patron saint or sullen restraint 

C               G            F 
There ain t not sword in our lake 

C               G            F 
There ain t not sword in our lake 

C               G            F 
There ain t not sword in our lake 

                C 
Just a funeral wake.