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?