She's dressed up all perfect with no where to go,
She dreams about death, but nobody knows.

She's running like water,
She peels like paint from the wall,
She sounds like the silence,
when you've forgotten to call.

Free to fall down,
like the rain,
like the snow,
(Dressed up all perfect
with no where to go.)

She prays for the living,
as she lays there in bed,
for the goodness in people,
the words swim through her head.
"It doesn't matter who you pray for,"
When I saw her I said,
"Whether they're heroes or villains,
they all look the same when they're dead."

She falls down too freely,
like the rain,
like the snow,
She dreams about death, though nobody knows,
She prays for the people,
whether they're friends or they're foes,
She's dressed up all perfect,
looking for somewhere to go.