Sun comes every morning, but it ain't no friend I get dressed and I go back again The rain keeps on falling on twisted bones and dirt I'm buried to my heart here in this hurt The fire keeps on burning, you're waiting in the cold Down in the hole, down in the hole
Dark and bloody autumn pierces my heart The memory of your kiss tears me apart The sky above is turning, the world below's gone gray I thought that I could turn and walk away But the fire keeps on burning, and I'm working in the cold Down in the hole, down in the hole
Radio's crackling with the headlines Wind in the phone lines The sun upon your shoulder Empty city skylines The day rips apart, a dark and bloody pierced my heart
I got nothing but heart and sky and sunshine the things you left behind I wake to find my city's gone to black Days just keep on falling Your voice keeps on calling I'm going to dig right here until I get you back The fires keep on burning I'm here with you in the cold Down in the hole, down in the hole
Compositor: Bruce Springsteen (PRS)Editores: Eldridge Publishing Co., Sony/ATV Pop Music PublishingAdministração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Pop Music PublishingECAD verificado obra #34176674 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM