The sun has climbed up the mountains
Still full of energy, with not a cloud in the sky to play with
She radiates off stucco, steel, and painted red curbs
Don't look, don't look
She'll burn your eyes
Trust me
It's gonna be a hot one
some things repeat themselves,
i wrote that on my way to work,
here we are 4 years later,
same weather pervades LA today,
only i'm not there now,
i've fled to the pine forest.
