Remember back when seasons don't change, my baby
Late December winds bringin pain, back to me...
and I've been closing these doors for days, my baby
the sky is fallin down on my grave... and

oh are we gonna make it? (5x)

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 tides closing in on my face...

oh are we gonna make it? (10x)