Summer Son

Eddie Campbell, Johnny McElhone, Bobby Bluebell, Sharleen Spiteri

I'm tired of telling the story
Tired of telling it your way
Yeah 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

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