[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
Inside the sickness, rest
Inside the sickness, rest

[Chorus]
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