Like a wounded animal I play dead Like a victim of betrayal, I close my head I try to pull the lines between All the different things you said I'm not getting any closer. The image from my mirror in the hall Speaks to me from somewhere on the wall It says something 'bout "I would hate to see you fall!" "And you know you're getting closer". So I'm playing dead Lying still, waiting, avoiding All curled up, with my arms over my head 'Cause above me the sword hangs By a single, fragile thread. Like the person I am I try to be strong And I say to myself that it won't be long And then I make myself focus on All the things being wrong 'Cause they're really getting closer Like a wounded animal I play dead Like a victim of surprise I close my head I Try to get some sense out of All the things you did Am I getting any closer?