Summer Son

Texas - Summer Son

 

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

 

Here comes 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

 

Here comes the summer's son

He burns my skin

I ache again

I'm over you

 

Here comes 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

 

Here comes the winter's rain

To cleanse my skin

I wake again

I'm over you

 

I'm over you..