Dead Things Emilíana Torrini

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