She met him hollow All caustic in the lamplight of her sixteen years Crass and making roaches from her house of cards And her paper tears She called it silence He called it all that ever left his lips when in her gaze A soft reminder of those things she liked to call The good old days Her head is in her hands (her head is in her hands) Her head is in, her hands and as it is she says: I wanna see the earth, tremble in the fallen rain I'll cradle all his words, and store them all inside my veins Oh darling have you heard, there's nothing else like your own pain To remind you, that nothing's ever gonna be the same She made him nervous A little casket for his feelings that had died and gone She hoped to bury them and find some others Further on She stayed all night Inside herself and found that she had lost her way The road subsided as she wandered out to where he lay Her head is in her hands (her head is in her hands) Her head is in, her hands and as it is she says: I wanna see the earth, tremble in the fallen rain I'll cradle all his words, and store them all inside my veins Oh darling have you heard, there's nothing else like your own pain To remind you I wanna see the earth, tremble in the fallen rain I'll cradle all his words, and store them all inside my veins Oh darling have you heard, there's nothing else like your own pain To remind you, that nothing's ever gonna be the same