[ti:Play Dead]
[ar:Bjork]
[al:Debut (1993)]
Björk - 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
Help, hmmm, help, help!
I play dead:
It stops the hurting
I play dead:
And the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering - caress every ache
Help, hmmm, help, help!
I play dead: it stops the hurting
I play dead: it stops the hurting
I play dead: it stops the hurting
I play dead: it stops the hurting