| remember back when seasons don't change | |
| late december winds bringin pain, back to me... | |
| and i've been closing these doors for days | |
| the sky is fallin down on my grave... | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| south pacific's whiskey and sin, now honey, | |
| these angels got me talking again, jump slowly | |
| gently as the breakin waves, i'm flying, | |
| the tide closing in on my face... | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? | |
| oh are we gonna make it? |