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'll say that you're stayin'
 I got a million more stories
 Only half aren't true
 Here inside Willamette Mountain
 WelI 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 ever last breath
 For your mind will betray you
 And say your memory is false
 Underneathe the sheets of 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 of 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
 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