She was a march violet
Late to the game
Her lips have lips of her own
Another cigarette dinner
To pretend she's a winner
A persona out on loan

He was a rag trader
Of the new flaming youth
Skinny on skinny you see
His hands were well behaved
At a romantic age
Looking for a right to be

I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain
I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain

She wore her nausea
Of the daunted uncouth
He longs to touch in irregular ways
They were wounded in a church
But it no longer hurts
As long as they misbehave

They're closing in
On nature itself
All of them playing to win
Confusing pretty with good
In this neighborhood
Will get your heart bashed in

I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain
I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain

She will join the victory girls
And they'll go a little insane
He'll pretend that he's a confidence man
And complain his way through the pain

I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain
I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain

You got or you want
Through kisses and venom
They spilled their hearts all day
She fondles the knives
As he rethinks his life
Don't believe there's much left to say

I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain
I try to tell 'em
It will be better after the rain