here comes the summer son

i'm tired of telling the story
tired of telling it your way
i know what i saw
i know that i found the floor

Before you take my heart, reconsider
i've opened the door

here comes the summers 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

here comes the winters rain
to cleanse my skin
i wake again
i'm over you