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
