Em Am D Em
Im tired of telling the story tired of telling it your way
Yeh I know what I saw I know that I found the floor
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
A E C B
Before you take my heart reconsider, Ive opened the door
Em Am C B Em
Here comes the summers son he burns my skin, I ache again Im over you
Here comes the winters rain to cleanse my skin, I wake again Im over you