Eight Get Over It
When your time is running out
And you feel like taking sides
And the walls are getting thin
You better get over it
How long will I walk to the place I belong
When there's fighting between
How long
When your times running out and you feel like taking sides
How long
All the fighting between
To the place I went wrong
All the time
The time has come to walk again
These painted eyes can't see the end
The finest hour slides to the front again
