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
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