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!



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Matthew Cannata, Payam Reza Doostzadeh, Francois Paul Comtois, Sameer Gadhia, Jacob John Tilley
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