Bjork - Play Dead Lyrics
Darling, stop confusing me,With your wishful thinking.Hopeful embraces,Dont 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.Its sometimes just like sleeping,Curling up inside my private tortures.I nestle into pain,Hug suffering,Caress every acheI play dead, it stops the hurting.