Katatonia - The Racing Heart lyrics

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. Tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine? Mine with the burning shape of a gun. Washed out soul of mine. I couldn't keep the fire, it's not what I do. Vibrate, 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 from the sun. Tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine? Mine with the burning shape of a gun. If I sow a wind now, I will reap a storm. You saw me sliding away from the sun. Tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine? Mine with the burning shape of a gun.