terça-feira, junho 03, 2008

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 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

(Bjork)

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