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 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