Text: Mountain Goats, The. West Country Dream.

sure as a surgeon

you slipped your hand into the door jam

blood coursing through the air tonight

i know who i am

and i know who you are

or who you were just an hour ago

static interference on the radio tonight

i know what i know



quick as lightning

you brought your hand back inside

and you shut the door behind you

it's too hot out there tonight

breath rising and falling

expansion contraction

why'd you tell me this?

were you looking for my reaction?