In the night where I live, there's a 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?
'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, buried. Oh, no! 'Cause I know I got you