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 gun7