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,
So the 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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BEN VAUGHT, CHAD BENEKOS, DOUG BOYCE, JERRAD SHAIN, MARK YOUNG, WES GEER