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. Rivers in Kentucky flow. Between the bluegrass wavy seas. But oh Margery. Twists the knife once more inside of me. Breathless with anticipation. Baited reelers set their hooks. Tuck their heads beneath the high grass. And lie and wait beside the brooks. Were 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 (straight into mebaby). 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. These great big hollows in my self. I took the train from 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