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