What You do To Me کے بول

Each time, i find myself crawling back in your arms (yeah) But i don't mind, its just what you do to me (just what you do to me) x2 We call the times, and now i can find a new devotion (oh yeah) Can't hide desire, when its frozen in time Its more than open (yeah) x2 So now i'm growing cold for what these arms used to hold Falling away, falling away Tearing my skin from home, to know you out on your own Ill find a way, oh ill find a way Each time, i find myself crawling back in your arms (yeah) But i don't mind, its just what you do to me (just what you do to me) x2 We call the times, and now i can find a new devotion (oh yeah) Can't hide desire, when its frozen in time Its more than open (yeah) x2