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