Summer Sun by 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
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 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