Young the Giant - I got

^AbIn the night where I live, There's ^Dbstrange force in your kiss oh. All's d^Abivine in desire. ^Db

^AbWith an isle of philosophy, ^DbBurning scrolls in the naked heat, ^AbOh how coy is your little boy. No! ^Db

^EbCause I know it don't r^Dbead that well. Yeah! ^AbI got bu^Cmried; no i^Dbt won't be long, be^Ebfore I rise in. ^AbI got bu^Cmried; no i^Dbt won't be long. Ye^Ebah!

^AbIn the night where I live, ^DbYour children sway they fuel the kitch.

^AbRaise their glass to soviet cries in the ward, ^Db And in shadows.

^AbOutright, in times of old, ^DbFumes are falling, smell them burn, ^AbLike always, yes always.^Db

^EbCause I know it don't rea^Dbd that well. And^Eb I know, only t^Dbime will tell, me. ^AbI got bu^Cmried; no i^Dbt won't be long bef^Ebore I rise in. ^AbI got bu^Cmried; no i^Dbt won't be long bef^Ebore I rise in song!

^EbAnd I know it don't read ^Dbthat well! YEAH!

^AbI got bu^Cmried; no i^Dbt won't be long, be^Ebfore I rise in. ^AbI got! O^Cmh Buried; ^DbOh noooooo! ^EbCause I know I got y^Abou...