I'm tired of telling the story  Tired of telling it your way  Yeh 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    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    I'm over you