North winds blow.
The warmth around your soul is still warm.
Doo-bop my baby,
my sweet little lady,
Doo-bop my baby, move on.

Trust me my darlin',
I've learned in the stormin' of lightnin' and rain.
Thunder the pain, an illusion.
Focus a moment on all the components of
Angels gone lame,
Blind in their darkest confusion.

Cold friends know.
They never meant to be so...
Doo-bop my baby.
forgive them, sweet lady.
Doo-bop my baby, move on.

Doo-bop my baby, don't try to find home.
Lovin' can always be known in your own heart.