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