Counting Crows
Margery
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