Lyrics:
Björk Play Dead

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

Translation: Bjork. Play Dead.

-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

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

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