On Monday it was 95 at noon in Downtown Los Angeles.
The streets were empty for Labor Day,
and the sun screamed down from the sky,
everything a reflector, intensifying every ray,
The only way to see, is to squint, till it’s almost night.
On Monday it was 95 at noon in Downtown Los Angeles.
The streets were empty for Labor Day,
and the sun screamed down from the sky,
everything a reflector, intensifying every ray,
The only way to see, is to squint, till it’s almost night.