Play Dead-The White Album

Play Dead - The White Album Written by：Jakob Eilso/Frederik Vederso/Claus Arvad Dead I used to play dead And I learned to bury myself Head You got in my head Moving in slow for the cure 'Coz there I wouldn't be found Beneath the trees under the ground And the kids began to play And summer came without a sound We felt that he went through the ground We slowly hoped been off of that We took a breath and came alive We were just too young to know You Got weaker each day But you were not always easy to find For old a new way to go And I found you everytime 'Coz I I searched on the ground Beneath the trees she came around And when she came We found a sound The smell of burn and coffee browns The sizzling cut Bird every tree The groundest stroke It's over me No just too young to know Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on We'll make it on our own And summer came without a sound We felt that he went through the ground We were just too young to know And summer came Without a sound We felt that he went through the ground We slowly hoped been off our runs We took a breath and came alive We were just too young to know Just too young And when she came We found a sound The smell of burn and coffee browns The sizzling cut Bird every tree The groundest stroke It's over me No just too young to know Just too young to know