An Idiot’s End – Daniel Johnston – letras

I don’t have to say a thingshe knows exactly what I wantand anytime I feel like thiswhat we have goes out for lunchshe looks at me like a gun cockedand I’m afraid to turn my backfor fear of being lockedshe leans forward for me to seethat the lights of her majestyshe’s tempting me with a razorbladebut time is money at a penny arcadeand there’s forgiving in the shadowsand the birds that are afraid of being laidthe court jester holds up a light bulb and saysall that is made is made to decayto know her is to love herand I love her, but I don’t know herto know her is to love herand I love her, but I don’t know herI feel for a place to sitthings always go on this wayI’m lost for a little bit’til I come up with something to saythen I’ll go on and onabout rat skulls in her lawnI’m not specifically gonna mention namesher and I know were just a shameshe knows I’m hereand she readily rebukes her sistershe treats me with a sudden respectsuddenly she calls me misterbut just as soon, I soon forgetand start poking around in the trashtalking myself into outer spaceand watching the reactions on her faceto know her is to love herand I love her, but I don’t know herto know her is to love herand I love her, but I don’t know herthe picture of her sitting therebeing her on that chairI can only say as much as I pleasebut not as much as I darewhere is the little girl who fell in love with methe girl who fell in love with a satellitethat little girl has moved out nowbut the satellite still comes aroundmost every other nightI think my interest bleeds a heartof a dead doglying in her yardI could catch her standing nakedI could catch her coldI could catch her breath and bottle itbut I could never catch her off guardand I go there nowadaysit’s like visiting a sinking shipand I’m a man overboardand she won’t throw me a lifelinesymbolically represented by her lipsyes, to know her is to love herand I love her, but I don’t know herto know her is to love herand I love her, but I don’t know herno no no no