Björk - Play Dead | Текст песни

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• 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
Caress every ache
I play dead,
It stops the hurting