1. In my eyes, indisposed
in disguise as no one knows
hides the face, lies the snake
the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
beneath the black the sky looks dead
call my name through the cream
and I´ll hear you, scream again
R: 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
