Mt. Iceberg - El Oso, Pete Samples

This cabin may have been built with Grandpa’s bones, the way it creaks

In the dark of Denmark night, compass in tow

The breezes off the lake are a breath of fresh air

From the prettiest name soiled by both sinners and saints

So I’m taking the first mountain, covered in twilight

I happen to find, and if I’m never to return

Note that I want all this nonsense burned

Myths put wind in sails and warmth in hands

The dress you’ll wear, the way you’ll kiss me when I’m home

Should beat the devil out of such a man

I’ve got a fight for frostbite

It’s in the flask your father knows I stole

Where your mother kept her courage for times as troubling as these

For boys as lost as me

I’m making angels out, and eager that they will make out me

Drag my legend out like an apology

Ignore tradition from Caesar on down

Don’t wait for me, don’t turn your ring around

I’d rather lie here than surely drown

In a tide as white as your wedding gown

The trees have the crows, the seas, undertows

And you’ve got the view out of your window