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

(repeat 2x)
 [bad word] the winter's rain
To cleanse my skin I wake again
I'm over you [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
I'm over you