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 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

I play dead, it stops the hurting

I play dead, it stops the hurting