White sun
Spring of wealth
Come for a good time
It's not what I have

Vibrate (hey)
Life on the line
My racing heart
Your vacant mind

If i sow
A wind now
I will reap a storm
You saw me sliding
Away form the sun
And tomorrow who will come
And put their hand ober mine
Mine with a burning
Shape of a gun

Washed out
Soul of money
I couldn't keep the fire
It's not what I do

Vibrate (hey)
Life on the line
My racing heart
It's all I find
Inside the sickness
Rest
Inside the sickness
Rest

If i sow
A wind now
I will reap a storm
You saw me sliding
Away form the sun
And tomorrow who will come
And put their hand ober mine
Mine with a burning
Shape of a gun

If I sow (if I sow)
A wind now (a wind now)
I will reap a storm (will reap a storm)
You saw me sliding
Away form the sun (away form the sun)
And tomorrow who will come (who will come)
And put their hand ober mine (put their hand ober mine)
Mine with a burning (burning)
Shape of a gun