Mayfield Lyrics

Mayfield

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...