Lyrics: Adele, Paul Epworth
Music: Adele, Paul Epworth
Sung by Bob Weir's daughter Monet during a Bob Weir solo concert in Mill Valley in May 2011.
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and 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 that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring 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 help feeling, we could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it
To the beat
Baby I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared
The scars of your love, remind you 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 your hand
And you played it
To the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it
With a beating
Throw your soul threw every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it, you played it, you played it
You played it to the beat