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

Bridge:
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 you
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

Bridge

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

Bridge

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