The Racing Heart - Katatonia

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

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

And 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

And tomorrow, who will come and put their hand over mine?

Mine with the burning shape of a gun