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