Blind illusions, no revolution stuck in a season of grief 

desperation's of life's frustrations down to misty valley 

we sail ... you better hold on

What makes you happy makes me cold cos 

I'm aware of my home conversations and expectations 

down to misty valley we sail ... you better hold on

Are you happy now and does a warm breeze rock your soul 

Feel it coming I hear him calling the cold breeze eating my bones 

Death destination has no explanation 

down to misty valley we sail ... you better hold on