Summer Son

I'm tired of telling the story
Tired of telling it your way
Yeah, I know what I saw
I know that I found the floor

Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

I thought I had a dream to hold
Maybe that has gone
Your hands reach out and touch me still
But this feels so wrong

And before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

Here comes the winter's rain
To cleanse my skin
I wake again
I'm over you

Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

Here comes the winter's rain
To cleanse my skin
I wake again
I'm over you (I'm over you)

Here comes the summer's son (I'm over you)
He burns my skin
I ache again, I'm over you
(I'm over you)

Here comes the winter's rain (I'm over you)
To cleanse my skin (I'm over you)
I wake again (I'm over you)
I'm over you
Here comes the summer's son