Remember back when seasons don't change
Late December winds bringing pain back to me
And I've been closing these doors for days
The sky is falling 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 these breaking 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?...