Tekster: Decemberists. The Hazards of Love. Margaret in Captivity.

I have snipped your wingspan
My precious captive swan
Here all clipped of kickstand
Your spirit won't last long

Don't you lift a finger
Don't you snap and jaw
Limber limbs akimbo
Rest till rubbing raw

Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?

Don't hold out for rescue
None can hear your call
Till I have rest and wrecked you
Behind these fortress walls

Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?