| 歌曲 | I Got |
| 歌手 | Young the Giant |
| 专辑 | iTunes Live From SoHo |
| 下载 | 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 |