I Got کے بول

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