[northern wind - written with conchur white of silences]

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
h, 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

dearest you're confusing me - you're the haze of a lover that i swore to need 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, whispering 'who you are isn't what you've been