And the town I taste to crown a frosty gate I'm leaving, nearly no one can see The woman on the corner of the street I don't hesitate falling off the earth, or wait As the traveler sets up in the street The photo frames and the cardboard seat I don't know what you do to me ♪ I don't release your work, in hell I'll thrill the game Seven hours, sat by a screen Early morning's low on poetry I don't know what you do to me And everything we aim to be The image, there so easily Too fast to follow I don't know what you're doing to me ♪ And the town I taste, I sift it and I wait With a heart beating heavily I don't know what you do to me I don't know what you do to me The image, there so easily Too fast to follow I don't know what you're doing to me