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
