Gillian Was A Horse – Damien Jurado – letras

It’s midnight and I give upI’m tired of lying for youI will not hold your hands and pretend I’m your loverYou must admit the turn offsHave all been less than grandThere’s no more police escorts or the high school welcome bandsI’m no lie detectorHe’s no bullshit talker and we both know who knowswhat should be known to all the authorsNow they’ve put away the kissing boothsThe chapstick gossip’s truthThe only donkey they’ll be riding, boy, is the one wearing your shoesNow they’ve heard it through the walls of telephone operatorsand I found out from someone else, he said he was your brotherI’m no lie detectorHe’s no bullshit talker and we both know who knowsWhat should be known to all the authorsI don’t care if I’m the only one who’s not payincause honey I am done staying up all night waitingNow we’re all tying the ribbons of worry to your treeyour passing will make the headlines but sadly no one will readJust how the town’s hopeless romantic had his heart on his sleevedied alone in the carpark of a local libraryI’m no lie detectorHe’s no bullshit talker and we both know who knowsWhat should be known to all the authors