before you take my heart

[prosto-i-zlo]

I'm over you

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



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



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



I'm over you