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