paroles de chanson Play Dead - Björk , David Arnold

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 hurt 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
I play dead, it stops the hurting
I play dead, it stops the hurting
I play dead, it stops the hurting