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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
