Silent Love Song
feeling less than my ordinary self i guess i must be getting olderthe fog already heavy on my mind evokes a time that's turning colderat breakfast the effect is picturesquethe window opens up and lets inthe santa ana winds again
she's a silent love songnever stays longdoes not belong to any personthough she's opening the curtains in my headshe's a kind of quietand always hides it in a flameshe's certainly a hurricane
strange how such a gust of gentile breeze can ravage hearts across californiayou start to grow accustomed to her turn aroundshe's gone of course she warned yashe sometimes passes in a single nightand other times she lasts the weekend
she's a silent love songnever stays longdoes not belong to any personthough she's opening the curtains in my headshe's a kind of quietand always means just what she saysshe's certainly a hurricane in bed
and tangles up inside and under coversangled in her way seen as a strugglebut two lovers we're always in the endand the santa ana winds again
i've been stealing heartswhere 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