Over Time

 

All this falling down is gonna spit you out

And do you in, but those fences will mend

Over time

 

I didnít come here to be the messenger

Iím falling down. Iíll be back around

Over time

 

Iíve bent and Iíve heeled, bowed and Iíve kneeled

For all kind of men, but none of them

Know my name

 

Iíve crept in and caved in, built the house that I slaved in

All for a piece of sweet release

Like it was a game

 

So come on little girl.

Tell your brother plain

Youíve got nothing to prove

And Iíve got nothing to gain

Itís all the same

Over Time

 

Build your rivers wide and look me in the eye

When we speak of who youíll be

Over time