You are the northern wind, sending chills down my spine.
You are the lullaby, singing me to sleep;
You are the other half, you’re like the missing piece.
Owh my love, you don’t know,
You don’t know what you do to me.
You are all four seasons, rolled into one,
You are like the cold december snow in the warm july sun,
You are the mighty waves, under all the chaotic current.
Owh my love, you don’t know.
You don’t know what you do to me.
Like a old guitar, worn out and left behind;
I have still so much to tell you; not the healing kind,
Like how a video rolls,
All the memories and photographs in an old shoebox.
Owh my love, oh my love.
If I can just find you tonight,
If I can just find you tonight.