Margery

By Counting Crows

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In the still water she lies down

Shaking through the press of sunlight

We rolled into Lexington

She shakes off the drop of daylight

Water beading up her chest

Bleeding down between her knees

The rivers in Kentucky flow

Between the bluegrass wavy seas but oh, Margery

Sticks the knife in while I couldn't see

Oh, breathless with anticipation

Baited reelers set their hooks

Tuck their heads beneath the high grass

And lie and wait beside the brooks

For infants pushing slowly through

Frustration leading back along

The alleys of a childhood

That will not release us willingly but oh, Margery

Sticks the knife in while I couldn't see

Strait into me baby

Dust me off, shut me down

Dream of where I haven't been

Just close the door inside my heart

And stuff in the south Atlantic wind

'Cause I have hollow eyes

Haunting only to myself

Well even so, I-I-I

Can't stop scraping hollows in myself

I took the train from California

To the far side of the continent

Woke up in Kentucky

Where a wedding was about to end

And I looked up at Anna

She turned back to look at me

Yeah it's best to kill the ones that matter

Render blind the ones who see

But oh, Margery, takes the blade and walks away from me

Oh, Margery, love like blood is pouring out of me

Oh, yeah Margery, I said my heart won't stop bleeding over me baby

Yeah, oh

Oh, I can't shut it in

It's got far too many doors to block the wind

Oh, I can't shut it in

Yeah, it's got far too many doors to block the wind

Oh, I can't shut it in

It's got far too many doors to block the wind