Margie Lyrics

Heathers Margie

If I was to tell you a story, would you keep it to
yourself and not tell anybody else?

Like you've done before.

If I was to pass you on a secret would you lock it up
and keep it in a room full of keys So it wouldn't get
lost?

Well, I was walking down the road one day when I spied
a building that had fallen to decay.

Underneath all the rocks and rubble and memories, were
hundreds and billions of forgotten stories.

So I crawled inside and I gathered them up and I read
what they said like anybody would

To my surprise they just happened to be a complete
mirror image of my life story

Do you realise that when you are young, you tend to
take for granted what everybody's done?

Do you realise that when you are young, you tend to
turn an eye from the things that mean the most and,

Do you realise that when you are young, the things you
take so seriously mean nothing at all

Do you realise that when you are young, the stories you
recall are the influential sort.

So I, I went and told you that story, didn't keep it to
yourself went and told everybody else. To my surprise.

But I, I didn't let it get me down, I don't often take
these stories as they clearly seem to sound. Because
most of the time they're lies.

Believe it or not I retraced my steps and I carried on
walking back to where we first met, the stories we
shared strewn all over the ground. The stories we
shared, I wish I'd never found.

But I glued them back together, hoping everything would
be better, and we'd be back together. Everything would
be fine.

These things are meant to happen. And the evidence not
forgotten. Everything will be better, everything will
be fine.