Dead End Kings

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 inside and away from the sun And tomorrow Who will come Put their hand

This breaking vow Rest so near my tongue Anchor on the cloud Shade upon the sun You took my word for it The vanishing of doubt Will unfold my empty space Your time froze over I must lead the way to this conclusion I let you inherit these words I sing