Blind illusions, no revolution  stuck in a season of grief  desperations of lifes 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    Pass the sound of wispers  Dream away  got to dream away  got to make my head breath    I can't sit here and moan  got to grab my strings of hope  try to make them shine    I'm sick and I'm tired  I've found myself grown so old  And in my head its this noise  think I'm gonna explode And I sure want to    Outside I see that snow has begun to fall  And it reminds me of you  And pass the sound of whispers  I feel the cold take a grip on my bones    Like a fairy  She dance so cool on the edge  She knows me  And I know her  She wants to show me  But she just walks away