Willamette Mountain

Just the power of indecision
You're riddled with shame
If you leave your home number I will send you the blame
The teeth in the cupboard ward away all bad luck
Deep within Willamette Mountain

A sheepskin for winter
And a tin can for rain
I could cut you fresh ginger if you say that you're staying
I got a million more stories, and only half aren't true
Here inside Willamette Mountain

Well, I am not real, for you I feel
For you I feel when the morning comes
I am not real, for you I feel
For you I feel when the morning comes

Please be cautious, my loved one
The collar round your neck might not lead you to water
But to prison instead
You have four paths to choose from
And only three will confuse
The last leads to Willamette Mountain

Well, I am not real, for you I feel
For you I feel when the morning comes
I am not real, for you I feel
For you I feel when the morning comes

Hurry and write down your feelings
Hesitation means death
Pickle all of your wrinklings
Bottle every last breath for your mind will betray you
And say your memory is false
Underneath the sheets in Willamette Mountain

Conjure all of your demons
Try and make peace with the pain
To ignore and neglect will make you bitter and stained
You're a creature of comfort
Your body gives way
To the spirits in Willamette Mountain

Well, I am not real, for you I feel
For you I feel when the morning comes
I am not real, for you I feel
For you I feel when the morning comes
For you I feel when the morning comes