Snails crawling above the rainwater onto your front porch
And the baby clams crawling above the ground
Like they wanted to say something, but they didn't
And now it's too late, 'cause they're locked in their coffins
And I don't want that to ever happen to my friends

So now you live above the sea
In some tiny cave to protect you from the weather
Where I see you trying to tell me you will meet me at the dinner table
Now I am off to meet that little girl's ghost
That lives in my heart
Under that deep, dark
Space