Summer Remains

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