Lay it on the scale. Lay it on the scale. Let the room go still. Lay it on the scale. A man sets bread in the square for the whole street to see. The hungry praise him louder than the hunger they still keep. The bread was never bread. It bought the room. That is the first charge I bring. You want to see it too. Come read with me. Nothing feels as clean as this. Lay it on the scale. Every gift, every vow, lay it on the scale. I find the hidden price and I say it out loud, and the clean ones go quiet. Now you know how to weigh. Now you know. Now you know. Now you know how to weigh. Now you know. Now you know. Now you know how to weigh. A captain swears his sword to guard the hall. Every word rings true, steady and plain. The wall he guards by night keeps his bed warm. Outside the hall, the oath turns cold. Set his vow beside the bread. Let both of them be weighed. You hear the hush come down. You feel the measure rise. Come stand beside the scale. Nothing feels as clean as this. Lay it on the scale. Every gift, every vow, lay it on the scale. I find the hidden price and I say it out loud, and the clean ones go quiet. Now you know how to weigh. Now you know. Now you know. Now you know how to weigh. Now you know. Now you know. Now you know how to weigh. They bring me gifts. They bring me vows. They bring me every polished claim. But one weight never enters here. I never call it mine. Bring the next one. Lay it on the scale. Lay it on the scale. Every gift, every vow, lay it on the scale. I find the hidden price and I say it out loud, and the clean ones go quiet. Now you know how to weigh. Now you know. Now you know. Now you know how to weigh. Bring me the next one. Lay it on the scale.
