𝗨𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆-𝗥𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 < ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ >

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 (wind now) I will reap a storm (will 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 shape of a gun ..