The Racing Heart - Dead Air Session

White sun
 Spring of wealth
 Come for a good time
 It's not what I have
 Vibrate
 
 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 from the sun
 And tomorrow
 Who will come?
 And put their hand over mine
 Mine with the burning
 Shape of a gun
 Washed out
 Soul of money
 I couldn't keep the fire
 It's not what I do
 Vibrate
 Life on the line
 The 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 from the sun
 And tomorrow
 Who will come?
 And put their hand over mine
 Mine with the burning
 Shape of a gun
 Sow a wind now
 I will reap a storm (reap a storm)
 You saw me sliding
 Away from the sun (away from the sun)
 And tomorrow
 Who will come? (who will come?)
 And put their hand over mine (put their hand over mine)
 Mine with the burning (burning)
 Shape of a gun
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 Thank you