[ Предположительная тональность: F#m ] A My right hand to God C#m Left hand holding the jewels F#m And I'm swearing up and down D The tide stole my youth A These creases in my brow ain't tan lines C#m Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) F#m The sun's burning black and blue (On my green eyes) D Too cold this side of June A It ain't natural, right hand in yours C#m Left hand holding the juice F#m When that jungle flower blooms D Better leave it in the ground, don't try to cut it out A These creases in my brow ain't tan lines C#m Saltwater swole my eyes (Beachlife) F#m The sun's burning black and blue (On your green eyes) D Too cold this side of June A It ain't natural, I'll rebel, I'll rebel C#m But it ain't natural, I take care, I take care F#m It's just not growing well, I'm no match for you D It's not hard to tell, This isn't going well A But we're under the palm trees, thinking heaven must be C#m Somewhere under these palm trees, with all the hell we're raising F#m At least we had the palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams D But not even the palm trees, could save us from the flames A Summer remains