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)