Mountain Goats 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, it's
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