Liza Anne - Northern Wind

Hands are raised, your tongue is mean
And it talks down my self esteem
Mother sent cards with prayers and pleas, but you're my god you're everything
You take me in my best, and throw me at my worst

So don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering "who you are isn't what you've been"
Don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering "who you are isn't what you've been"

I chase that light, you're dimming down
Oh, hint me now, just make a sound
Dearest, you're confusing me!
You're the haze of a lover that I swore to need it
Taking my breath, breaking my chest

So don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering "who you are isn't what you've been"
Don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering "who you are isn't what you've been"

Oh oh oh ooh
Dearest, you're confusing me!
You're the haze of a lover that I swore to need
Oh oh, oh oh oh

Don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering "who you are isn't what you've been"
Don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering "who you are isn't what you've been". (3x)

Don't turn around, feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
Feel it calling like a northern wind!
Oh no no no
Oh oh ooh