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
A kind of quiet, and always means just what she says
She's certainly a hurricane in bed
And tanglesa up inside and under covers
Angled in her way
Seen as her struggle  But two lovers we're always in the end
 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)
Stealing hearts
Don't say goodbye
Anna don't go