Im 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
Ive opened the door 
Ive opened the door 
 [bad word] the summers son 
He burns my skin
I ache again 
Im 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 
Ive opened the door 
Ive opened the door 
 [bad word] the summers son 
He burns my skin
I ache again 
Im over you (repeat 2x) [bad word] the winters rain
To cleanse my skin I wake again 
Im over you  [bad word] the summers son
He burns my skin
I ache again 
Im over you 
 [bad word] the winters rain 
To cleanse my skin 
I wake again
Im over you
Im over you