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 

 [bad word] 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 

 [bad word] the summer's son 
He burns my skin 
I ache again 
I'm over you 

 [bad word] 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 

 [bad word] the winter's rain 
To cleanse my skin 
I wake again 
I'm over you 

I'm over you..