Willamette Mountain - Joshua James

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