I’m tired of telling the storyTired of telling it your wayYeh, I know what I sawI know that I found the floor
Before you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderI’ve opened the doorI’ve opened the door
Here comes the summer’s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI’m over you
I thought I had a dream to holdMaybe that has goneYour hands reach out and touch me stillBut this feels so wrong
Before you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderI’ve opened the doorI’ve opened the door
Here comes the summer’s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI’m over you
Here comes the winter’s rainTo cleanse my skinI wake againI’m over you
Before you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderI’ve opened the doorI’ve opened the door
Here comes the summer’s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI’m over you
Here comes the winter’s rainTo cleanse my skinI wake againI’m over you
Here comes the summer’s sonHe burns my skin (I’m over you)I ache againI’m over you
Here comes the winter’s rainTo cleanse my skin (I’m over you)I wake again (I’m over you)I’m over you
Here comes the summer’s son








