Emilíana Torrini
Dead Things
You're like me, we're both alone
What's the problem? I don't know
We're the same height, the same eyes
But you can't borrow my clothes all the time
Bad things, dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes
I let the snow melt in my mouth
Until my head hurts, until I'm out
It makes me laugh a bit, it makes me cry
The same way you confuse me all the time
Bad things, dead things
Sad things have to happen
[Instrumental Bridge]
Bad things, dead things
Sad things have to happen
Bad things, dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes
Sometimes [giggle]
Sometimes
Sometimes