Letra de The Racing Heart (Dead Air Session)
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 mindIf 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 gunWashed out Soul of money I couldn't keep the fire It's not what I do Vibrate Life on the line The racing heart It's all I findInside the sickness Rest Inside the sickness RestIf 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 gunSow a wind now I will reap a storm (reap a storm) You saw me sliding Away from the sun (away from the sun) And tomorrow Who will come? (who will come?) And put their hand over mine (put their hand over mine) Mine with the burning (burning) Shape of a gunThank you