i'd wager it all

And take my hand
And cradle it in your hand
And take my hand
To feel the pull of quicksand

I lay you down
In clover bed
The stars a roof
Above our heads

And we'll lie 'til the Corn Crake crows
Bereft of the weight of our summer clothes
And I'd wager all
-The Decemberists


I belong in a different time.