Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Crawling
The Crawling
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Björk
Björk
Songwriter
David Arnold
David Arnold
Composer
Jah Wobble
Jah Wobble
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Clarke
Andrew Clarke
Producer

Lyrics

Darling, stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embrace
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this, I belong to here
Where no one cares and no one lives
No light, no air to live in
A place called Hate, The City of Fear
I play dead, it stops the hurt
I play dead and the hurt 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 hurt
I play dead, it stops the hurt
I play dead, it stops the hurt
I play dead, it stops the hurt
Written by: Björk, David Arnold, Jah Wobble
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