07 The Racing Heart Lyrics & Chords By 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.
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.