I’m tired of tellin’ the sto-ry, tired of tellin’-in it your way.
Yeah, I know what I saw, I know, but 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 son, he burns my skin, I ache again, I’m over you.

I thought I had a dream to hold, baby 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 son, he burns my skin, I ache again, I’m over you … here comes the
Winters 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 son, he burns my skin, I ache again, I’m over you … here comes the
Winters rain, to cleanse my skin, I wake again, I’m over you,
I’m over you, I’m over you, I’m over you … I’m over you.