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 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