I Got You taby ukulele według Young The Giant

D C D C D G

G
In the night where I live,
        C
There's strange force in your kiss oh.
       G                        C
All's divine in desire.

G
With an isle of philosophy,
C
Burning scrolls in the naked heat, 
G                                    C
Oh how coy is your little boy. No!

D                     C     
Cause I know it don't read that well. Yeah!
G      Bm        C                 D
I got buried; no it won't be long, before I rise in.
G      Bm        C                 D
I got buried; no it won't be long. Yeah!

D C D C

G
In the night where I live, 
C
Your children sway they fuel the kitch.

G                                           C
Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward,

And in shadows.

G
Outright, in times of old,
C
Fumes are falling, smell them burn,
G                      C
Like always, yes always. 

Now here!

D                       C
Cause I know it don't read that well.
   D             C
And I know, only time will tell, me.
G      Bm        C                 D
I got buried; no it won't be long before I rise in.
G      Bm        C                 D
I got buried; no it won't be long before I rise in song!

G C G C G C G C

D                       C
And I know it don't read that well! YEAH!

G      Bm        C                 D
I got buried; no it won't be long, before I rise in.
G      Bm        C                 
I got! Oh Buried; Oh noooooo! 
D                  G
Cause I know I got you...