Summer Son کے بول

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 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 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