Sometimes the north-east wind blows
And whispers cold my name
While he howls around the house

Fuel to the flame
So I close all windows tight
And I put plugs in my ear

A pillow over my head
For I won't hear


I won't turn around and I won't look back
I won't cry and curse and all that %#@!
I don't wanna turn in a pillar of salt

Me love like Lot once did

I went through my flat and packed all your things

In a cardboard box to set me free
But we can't do this with memories
Me love, me love, can't we


I wrote you many lines from all over the place
They drowned in a river, burned in my fireplace

Hey-Hey-Hey... to find a way
Hey-Hey-Hey... to find my way


To find my way