paroles de chanson Margery Dreams of Horses - Counting Crows

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.