summer comes and in the streets br somebody walks sombody talks br you come and lay your hand on me br but i just really don't want br summer comes with summer games br summer comes with wind and dust br i don't think you sense the strain br all your love is in the past br br feelings are humiliated in a paroxysm of greed br sticky hands all over the place br words are all unable to fit br into the weary mask of your face br aimlessness and voice is gone br dreary days sink into sand br all the right moves were wrong br and our very hearts were lent br br i think i should drink br till i can't see br please allow me br to forget your greed br my greed br all the greed in the world br the images distort br again and again br and it never ends br we're always greedybr br Max Kuvaevbr br