I Got

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, yeah I got (I got) buried (buried) No, it won't be long, before I rise in I got (I got) buried (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 here! 'Cause I know it don't read that well And I know only time will tell, me I got (I got) buried (buried) No, it won't be long before I rise in I got (I got) buried (buried) No, it won't be long before I rise in song And I know it don't read that well! Yeah! I got (I got) buried (buried) No, it won't be long, before I rise in I got (I got), oh, buried (buried) Oh, no 'Cause I know I got you!