White sun
Spring of [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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