Augustana - Mayfield lyrics

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?...