Playing Dead - Spin

false impressions can delight me

no transgressions no reality

your discretion lacks or mine does

my coercion tact — i have none

round in circles

floating free until it drops

and it always does

and all my fears return again

a final trick to learn the end

this obsession won’t allow me to

face rejection — fear is blinding

pounding forward

sure it’s never coming back

but it always does

and all my fears return again

the wounded wick will burn and then…

you’re quickly putting out my flame

and you’re not showing any shame

you wrap your fingers round my throat and

won’t release til i’m playing dead

you’re telling me that you’re unsure

but we’ve both been here before

i’m only lying to myself

and i know what’s coming next

i know what’s coming

and all my fears return again

the wounded wick will burn and then

all my fears return again

a final trick to learn the end