Northern Wind - Liza Anne

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

Take me at my best

But you through me at my worst

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

Chased the 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

Taking my breath

Breaking my chest

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

Dearest you’re confusing me

You’re the haze of a lover that I swore to need

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

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