Summer Son

Summer Son – Texas

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

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

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

I’m over you