When the rain falls the snails come out and paint the ground with trails of water
And these two unknown goddesses they count they're coins, they're saving up for a bottle
And their weary eyes are scanning weary walls for traces of something more
Than the indifference that resides behind their faces, and the pain that lives behind closed doors
Television's got her thinking about inches and how much she weighs
In the night she gets visits from emaciated ghosts named Sleepless and Dismay
Beauty has become a finger down your throat
Is the reflection in the toilet water all that you had hoped?
She says she saw d**h coming like a hunter from a mile away
But to me her eyes always seems to say
"I am anything but prey, I'll always be ok"
But when the rain falls the snails come out
And they put themselves in harm's way
And in the garden when i found crushed remains i thought
I'd never again have anything to say
Except maybe everything's not always gonna be alright
Even when your smile defines sunshine
Did you really want to die?
Did you really want to take away that light?
So how long must I watch you wither away?