PALAIS ESCHENBACH 13.10.2001

PLAY DEAD (BJORK)

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

its 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

RETOUR