I step outside and see the sky is burning red
sepia sun looks like a harvest moon instead
dial up from the 101 to the 105
it’s 110 degrees outside
the sun is heating up this desert of LA
burning dreams eroding into sand
this mirage is more convincing every day
my delusion’s turning permanent
and it’s only getting hotter
and it’s only getting hotter tomorrow
summer’s only getting hotter
again and again and again and again
oh oh
wake up mad this ticking fan is keeping time
sweat is sobering my skin
and taking till the well runs dry
you know this city is a two drink minimum
but their cocktails served in thimbles never get you drunk
the sun is heating up this desert of LA
burning dreams eroding into sand
this mirage is more convincing every day
my delusion’s turning permanent
and it’s only getting hotter
and it’s only getting hotter tomorrow
summer’s only getting hotter
again and again and again and again