Rolling in the Deep, by Adele Atkins & Paul Epworth, arr. Keith Sinclair, sung by Chor Leoni

Chor Leoni | Erick Lichte, Artistic Director
Jodi Proznick, bass
Liam MacDonald, percussion
Ken Cormier, piano
Keith Sinclair, guitar

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringin' 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 bringin' me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinkin' that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feelin'

We could've had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hands
And you played it to the beat

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you and 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 (You're gonna wish you, never had met me)
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
I can't help feelin'
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)

We could've had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hands
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)

We could've had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hands
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
But you played with a beating
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)

Throw your soul through 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've sown

We could've had it all
We could've had it all
It all, it all, it all

We could've had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hands
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall. Rolling in the deep)

We could've had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hands
But you played it, you played it, you played it
you played it to the beat