Texty: 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