Song | I Got |
Artist | Young the Giant |
Album | iTunes Live From SoHo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Young the Giant | |
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 inI 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 noCause | |
I know I got you |
zuo qu : Young the Giant | |
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 inI 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 noCause | |
I know I got you |
zuò qǔ : Young the Giant | |
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 inI 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 noCause | |
I know I got you |