Black Hole Sun - Piano Version

de Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

In my eyes, indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
And the Sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
'Neath the black the sky look dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole Sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole Sun, won't you come
Won't you come, won't you come

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired's friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, walking sleep
And my soul I pray to keep
Heaven sent, hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Black hole Sun, won't you come
Bah bah bum bah, wash away the rain
Black hole Sun, won't you come
Won't you come, whoa ah yeah

Hang my head, drown my fears
Till you all just disappear

Black hole Sun, won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole Sun, won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole Sun, won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole Sun, won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole Sun, black hole Sun
Won't you come
Black hole Sun, black hole Sun
Won't you come
Black hole Sun, black hole Sun
Won't you come, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

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