Lirieke: Mountain Goats, The. Deianara Crush.

One day in September, you come here

You pull my head down and you whisper in my ear

And you tell me the sidewalk is as far as the world really goes

But that's a secret everybody knows



You hold my head in your hands, you say my name

How is it that though you say it some 20,000 times

Its never quite the same

and you tell me that Hercules died burning consumed by an article of his own clothing

That's something I'd rather not be reminded of