作词 : Jessica Pratt
 作曲 : Jessica Pratt
 I know this world is turning
 Burning on the wild words, can't seem to explain
 More than just an outline born of fear
 I won't find solace here
 There's one thing wrong, chosen few
 I need soul to keep the whistle blown
 And it's so long before my future's come
 Drawn in sand and on and on..
 I know this world is turning
 Burning on the wild words, can't seem to explain
 More than just an outline born of fear
 I won't find solace here
 There's one thing wrong, chosen few
 I need soul to keep the whistle blown
 And it's so long before my future's come
 Drawn in sand and on and on