Lyrics:

I''m tired of telling the storyTired of telling it your wayYeh I know what I sawI know that I found the floorBefore you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderI''ve opened the doorI''ve opened the doorHere comes the summer''s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI''m over youI thought I had a dream to holdMaybe that has goneYour hands reach out and touch me stillBut this feels so wrongBefore you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderI''ve opened the doorI''ve opened the doorHere comes the summer''s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI''m over youBefore you take my heart, reconsiderBefore you take my heart, reconsiderI''ve opened the doorI''ve opened the doorHere comes the summer''s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI''m over youHere comes the winter''s rainTo cleanse my skinI wake againI''m over youHere comes the summer''s sonHe burns my skinI ache againI''m over youHere comes the winter''s rainTo cleanse my skinI wake againI''m over youI''m over you