el hijo del verano

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 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 I've opened the door