Mayfield — текст песни (Augustana)

Remember back when seasons don`t change
Late December winds bringin pain, back to me...
and I`ve been closing these doors for days
the sky is fallin down on my grave...

oh are we gonna make it?

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...