Texty:
Iron Wine The Sea The Rhythm

to me when salty my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoon My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm

Jesus the Mexican boy born in a truck on the fourth of July gave me a card with a lady naked on the back Barefoot at night on the road Fireworks blooming

Let's go out and dance, darling our last of days and grace the game with a blindfold on the cheaters came to play and outside the soft-handed boys screaming

to me When salty my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoons My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm

to me When salty my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoons My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm

Jesus the Mexican boy born in a truck on the fourth of July gave me a card with a lady naked on the back Barefoot at night on the road Fireworks blooming

Black hair, the night descending Baby never puts her trust in Tight black tie too quick to laughter Ain't no telling what he's after Found a friend

Let's go out and dance, darling Our last of days And grace the game with a blindfold on The cheaters came to play And outside the soft-handed boys Screaming

to me And salt in my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end Of afternoon My hands believe and move Over you Tonight we're the sea and the rhythm