Summer son

	  		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