In the night where I live
There's strange force in your kiss, oh
All's divine in desire
With an ire of philosophy
Burning scrolls in the naked heat
Oh, how coy is your little boy
No!
'Cause I know it don't read that well
I got buried
No, it won't be long, before I rise in
I got buried
No, it won't be long, yeah
In the night where I live
Your children sway, they fuel the kitch
Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward
And in shadows
Outright, in times of old
Fumes are falling, smell them burn
Like always, yes, always
Now hear!
'Cause I know it don't read that well
And I know only time will tell, me
I got buried
No, it won't be long, before I rise in
I got buried
No, it won't be long before I rise in song!
And I know it don't read that well, yeah!
I got buried
No, it won't be long, before I rise in
I got, oh, buried
Oh, no!
'Cause I know I got you