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 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

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Red Brick Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bjoerk Gudmundsdottir, David George Arnold, Jah Wobble