作词 : Robert Pollard
 作曲 : Robert Pollard
Without any, blue candles fading...
Time goes by, between murders.
Whole wide world.
Whole wide world.
Black track on your hand, probably meant to scare me
It's more a tender reminder, of times that passed
Whole wide world.
Whole wide world.
Side by side, you follow the hunting.
Endless, set me far.
Whole wide world.
Whole wide world.
Whole wide world.
Whole wide world.