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