Like Lot के बोल

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 shit 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