Dead Things

Текст песни 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
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

Bad things, dead things
Sad things have to happen

Bad things, dead things
Sad things have to happen

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes