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 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 here!



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