(thx Carla Bozulich! www.carlabozulich.com; www.myspace.com/evangelistasounds) Here's to the good days of a summer out west. Here's to Saint Anne who's gone mad. Here's to the love that bursts from our chests. Here's to the good days and bad. Hot wind is to twist and to twist is to turn and to pull and to ache with an ocean of burn goin down like a little boat with no anchor or shame. The west is the best and the wind knows my name.... Happily buzzing thru the dark sky with my hand in my pants. I can't dance but I can blow like the wind. Pay no attention to the trouble I'm in. Goodnite mad Saint Anne takes another bite mad Saint Anne. To twist is to turn and to pull and to ache and blow hot through the cracks in the end of a break of a bone going outside the body finally in finally in finally into me. Broken bone healed and set in its ways growing so hard on a hot windy day you can take me to church or take me to school but baby, it's gonna be SWINGIN. Annie's gone mad Annie's gone mad. Here's to the good days and bad. Happily buzzing thru the dark sky - she can't stop if she tried. Static electric air the wind stands up her hair the wind licks her ear - she can't hear. Goodnite mad Saint Anne takes another bite. These are the rules when you come to my town: When the wind blows there's no rules.