winter in summer

heat makes a sort of lethargy take hold
work seems a painful process to deny
you ought to pause and let the world go by
for all of us know that the end is cold

no one desires the choice of being bold
but all of us will want from pain to fly
heat makes a sort of lethargy take hold
work seems a painful process to deny

our ends are not the ones that we were told
we ought to laugh but all of us will cry
we aren't the ones who hold fast to the lie
but those who do may at the last be old
heat makes a sort of lethargy take hold
work seems a painful process to deny