then you know in heaven holding the number seven filled to the brim with leaven i think you 'll know when the four winds blow even nightmares come true boom boom boom chalka , chalka , chalka boom boom boom chalka , chalka , chalka boom boom boom chalka , chalka , chalka boom santa-anna the night wind was blowing but now it has settled theres a rustling a darkness , a pang two figures emerge from behind the faade ( for the life of me ) i cant remember her name it was august or else maybe november the dead of night a phrase , how it rang she asked me to kiss away all her memories so i did it and then i did it again we were not born for battle , dear sir she told me free from all shame for she did not need nor did i see a reason to point out the blame santa ana , my thirst answered in prayer where thought becomes body and time yes we were lovers our souls unlike others `` was it you , then , who asked me to shine ? ''