Salt water on your sunburnt feet (версия 2)

Verse 1

Tailgate open by the rocky bay

Washed-out denim from the holiday

Sun hanging low like a penny in the tide

You pull your sunglasses to the side

Log drum hums through the open door

Two cold cans on the wooden floor

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel that low end rise

Catching the orange in your eyes

Here it comes, let it go

Moving us down slow

Chorus

Salt water on your sunburnt feet

Fjord signal rolling through the deep

Gold sky, we don't need to sleep

Fjord signal rolling through the deep

Verse 2

Barefoot balance on the edge of the stone

Eighty-two degrees and we're far from home

Wind blows your hair across your face

Nobody rushing to leave this place

Log drum heavy in the evening air

Sand in your pockets and you just don't care

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel that low end rise

Catching the orange in your eyes

Here it comes, let it go

Moving us down slow

Chorus

Salt water on your sunburnt feet

Fjord signal rolling through the deep

Gold sky, we don't need to sleep

Fjord signal rolling through the deep

Bridge

We got the water, we got the night

Never been younger than in this light

Turn up the frequency, let it sweep

Rolling on, rolling on, rolling deep

Chorus

Salt water on your sunburnt feet

Fjord signal rolling through the deep

Gold sky, we don't need to sleep

Fjord signal rolling through the deep