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