Damien Jurado - Gillian Was a Horse lyrics
[Damien Jurado - Gillian Was a Horse lyrics]
It's midnight and I give up
I'm tired of lying for you
I will not hold your hands
And pretend I'm your lover
You must admit the turn offs
Have all been less than grand
There's no more police escorts or
The high school welcome bands
I'm no lie detector he's no bullshit talker
And we both know who knows
What should be known to all the authors
Now they've put away the kissing booths
The chapstick gossip's truth
The only donkey they'll be riding, boy
Is the one wearing your shoes
Now they've heard it through the
Walls of telephone operators
And I found out from someone else
He said he was your brother
I'm no lie detector he's no bullshit talker
And we both know who knows
What should be known to all the authors
I don't care if I'm the
Only one who's not payin
Cause honey I am done staying
Up all night waiting
Now we're all tying the ribbons
Of worry to your tree
Your passing will make the headlines but
Sadly no one will read
Just how the town's hopeless romantic had
His heart on his sleeve
Died alone in the car park of a local library
I'm no lie detector he's no bullshit talker
And we both know who knows
What should be known to all the authors
I'm tired of lying for you
I will not hold your hands
And pretend I'm your lover
You must admit the turn offs
Have all been less than grand
There's no more police escorts or
The high school welcome bands
I'm no lie detector he's no bullshit talker
And we both know who knows
What should be known to all the authors
Now they've put away the kissing booths
The chapstick gossip's truth
The only donkey they'll be riding, boy
Is the one wearing your shoes
Now they've heard it through the
Walls of telephone operators
And I found out from someone else
He said he was your brother
I'm no lie detector he's no bullshit talker
And we both know who knows
What should be known to all the authors
I don't care if I'm the
Only one who's not payin
Cause honey I am done staying
Up all night waiting
Now we're all tying the ribbons
Of worry to your tree
Your passing will make the headlines but
Sadly no one will read
Just how the town's hopeless romantic had
His heart on his sleeve
Died alone in the car park of a local library
I'm no lie detector he's no bullshit talker
And we both know who knows
What should be known to all the authors