Testo di Santa Ana

Fumble with the keys Struggle in the middle Nauseous memories of last night are obscured Holding on to find even just a little Tiny piece of who knows what you’re looking for As long as you know I'm trying As long as you know I'm trying Something’s not right and there’s nothing you can do about it Out of your hands, Santa Ana Something’s not right and there’s nothing you can do about it Out of your hands, Santa Ana Question every meaning Calling up your sister Make yourself believe you’re not alone (you’re not alone) No secrets to hide Nothing worth resisting So let it all run on And all you know is dying When all you know is dying Something’s not right and there’s nothing you can do about it Out of your hands, Santa Ana Something’s not right and there’s nothing you can do about it Out of your hands, Santa Ana Caught up in the air You know what it feels like Tell me how to feel right on my own Caught up in the air You know what it feels like Tell me how to feel right on my own