Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
Written by: Jessica Pratt