الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I´m tired of telling our 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
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
