Feeling less than my ordinary self I guess I must be getting older
The fog already heavy on my mind evokes a time that's turning colder
At breakfast the effect is picturesque
The window opens up and lets in
The Santa Ana winds again
She's a silent love song
Never stays long
Does not belong to any person
Though she's opening the curtains in my head
She's a kind of quiet
And always hides it in a flame
She's certainly a hurricane
Strange how such a gust of gentile breeze can ravage hearts across California
You start to grow accustomed to her turn around
She's gone of course she warned ya
She sometimes passes in a single night
And other times she lasts the weekend
She's a silent love song
Never stays long
Does not belong to any person
Though she's opening the curtains in my head
She's a kind of quiet
And always means just what she says
She's certainly a hurricane in bed
And tangles up inside and under covers
Angled in her way seen as a struggle
But two lovers we're always in the end
And the Santa Ana winds again
I've been stealing hearts
Where I don't belong (she's a silent love song)
I'm breathing hard (does not belong to any person)
When you come on strong (like a hurricane)
The more I love (you never have to say you're sorry)
The less I know (Anna don't cry)
Anna don't go
