Remember back when seasons don't change, oh baby Late December winds bringin' pain back to me I've been closing these doors for days, oh baby The sky is fallin' down on my grave Yeah, now Oh, are we gonna make it? [x4] 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 Yeah, now Oh, are we gonna make it? [x4] Oh, are we gonna make it? Oh, are we gonna make it? Whoa, are we gonna make it? Yeah, are we gonna make it? Whoa, are we gonna make it? Yeah, are we gonna make it? Yeah, yeah Yeah, are we gonna make it out?