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