In the night where I live,
Theres strange force in your kiss oh.
All's divine in desire.
With an isle of philosophy,
Burning scrolls in the naked heat,
Oh how coy is your little boy. No!
Cause I know it dont read that well.
I got buried; no it wont be long, before I rise in
I got buried; no it wont 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 dont read that well.
And I know only time will tell, me.
I got buried; no it wont be long before I rise in
I got buried; no it wont be long before I rise in song!
And I know it dont read that well!! YEAH!
I got buried; no it wont be long, before I rise in
I got! Oh Buried!! Oh no!!!
Cause I know I got you!!
- :
- Home of the Strange
- Mind over Matter
- Young The Giant
- Apartment (Single)
- Something to Believe In (Live Acoustic)
- Titus Was Born
- Jungle Youth
- Silvertongue
- Something To Believe In
- Spotify Sessions
- iTunes Live from SoHo
- Cough Syrup
- Mirrorball
- Young the Giant Spotify Sessions
- Young the Giant (Special Edition)
- NoiseTrade – 2012 Holiday Road Trip Mixtape
- Remix EP
- Remixes
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, January 2011
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 127