The Mist from a Lake in WinterThe Mist from a Lake in WinterThe Mist from a Lake in WinterAn eagle soars above me, heading for his homeGliding on the rising air, wild and free to roamIt's something very special to sit and watch him go byThe only thought that comes to me is damn, I wish I could flyIf you shake it down piece by piece, hold on, waitTake some time to understand, some time to contemplateMaybe just sit a while and push everything to the sideThe only thought that'll come to you is damn, it's good to be aliveThe Mist from a Lake in WinterTo the sound of nature, damn, it's good to be aliveThe only thing that's left to say is damn, it's good to beDamn, it's good to beDamn, it's good to be aliveIt's good to be aliveSo good to be aliveIt's good to be aliveYes, it is