Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox — Black Hole Sun

In my eyes, indisposed In disguises no one knows Hides the face, lies the snake The sun in my disgrace Boiling heat, summer stench 'Neath the black the sky looks 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 friend Times are gone for honest men And sometimes far too long for snakes In my shoes, a 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 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) Hang my head, drown my fear 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)