Margery Dreams Of Horses - Counting Crows

In the still water she lies down

Shaking in 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

Rivers in Kentucky flow

Between the bluegrass wavy seas

But oh, Margery

Twists the knife once more inside of me Breathless with anticipation

Baited breathers set their hooks

Tuck their heads beneath the high grass

And lie and wait beside the brooks

For instance?

pushing slowly through

Frustration leading back along

The alleys of a childhood

Will not release us willingly

But oh, Margery

Sticks the knife in while I coundn’t the sea

Dust me off and shut me down

And dream of where I haven’t been

Close the door inside my heart

Stuck in the south Atlantic wind

I have hollow eyes

Haunting only to myself

Even so, I can’t stop calling

This great big hollows in my self

I took the train form California

To the far side of the continent

Woke up in Kentucky

Where a wedding was about to end

I looked up at Anna

She turned back to look at me 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, Margery

My heart won’t stop bleeding over me baby

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