Mayfield

Remember back when seasons don't change, oh baby Late December winds bringin' pain back to me And I've been closin' these doors for days, oh baby The sky is fallin' down on my grave and now Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? South Pacific's whiskey and sin, now honey These angels got me talkin' again, jump slowly Gently as the breakin' waves, I'm flyin' Tide closin' in on my face and now Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? Yeah, yeah Ooh, are we gonna make it? Ooh, are we gonna make it? Woah, are we gonna make it? Yeah, are we gonna make it? Woah, are we gonna make it? Yeah, yeah, yeah, are we gonna make it now?