Owen Sheers - Song lyrics

If we were magpies love, and some day a bright bait caught your eye and you were taken in a magpie trap, a siren in a cage, then I would stay, perch above you, spread my wings in the rain and fan you with my feathers in the sun. And when the others came, drawn by the oil spill of your plumage, the darkness of your eye, I'd watch them strut in, squawking to their doom to find themselves trapped. All night I'd listen to their confusion, the beat of wing on wire, until the morning and the farmer came to wring their lives away. And through the winter I would feed you, dropping the mites like the kisses to your beak. And in the Spring I'd sing, touch my wings to yours while we waited for that day when the farmer, realising at last as all men must that love is all there is to save, will open the door to your cage and let you walk out to me, where I will be waiting to help you try your wings again.