björk - play dead

[no_fear_06]

Play Dead
Darling stop confusing me

With your wishful thinking

Hopeful embraces

Don´t you understand?

I have to go through this

I belong to here where

No-one cares and no-one loves

No light no air to live in

A place called hate

The city of fear





I play dead

It stops the hurting

I play dead

And the hurting stops

It´s sometimes just like sleeping

Curling up inside my private tortures

I nestle into pain

Hug suffering

aress every ache

I play dead,

It stops the hurting