Lyrics

by

Adele Adkins and Paul Epworth

adapted

by

Andreas Lodewijk Schmidt

There's a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark

Finally I see you crystal clear

Go ahead, sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare

See how I'll leave with every piece of you

Don't underestimate the things I’ll do

There's a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love

Remind me of us

They keep me thinking

We almost had it all

I can't help feeling

We could've had it

We could've had it

We should've had it

All

Rolling in the deep Oh

You had my heart inside

Of your hands

And you played it

To the beat

We should have had it all

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside

Of your hands

And you played it

To the beat

We could've had it

We could've had it

We should've had it all

We could've had it

We should've had it

We could've had it

We could've had it

We should've had it

All