Rolling in the Deep - The Tibbs
Written by:Paul Epworth/Adele Adkins
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching
A fever pitch and it's bringing
Me out the dark
Finally
I can see you crystal clear go
Ahead and sell me
Out and I'll lay your ship sh*t bare
See how I'll leave with
Every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that
I will do there's a fire
Starting in my heart
Reaching
A fever pitch and it's bringing
Me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of
Us they keep me thinking
That we almost had it all the
Scars of your love they
Leave me breathless
I can't feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had
My heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the
Beat
Baby I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
Now I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in
The depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me
Thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love
They leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had
My heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the
Beat
Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings
To find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured
Gold
You'll pay me back in kind
And reap just what
You sow
Could have had it all
Could have had it all
Wooo ho yea
It all it all it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had
My heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the
Beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had
My heart inside of your hand
And you played you played you
Played you played it to the
Beat