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

Thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Jonas Petter Renkse
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