|
look at those buggers who are looting the crash site |
|
taking the ring off your sweet little finger |
|
that I gave to you, when we got married |
|
you're under water now, you're getting back to where you came from |
|
no stealing of your beauty that could naturally flow |
|
from the center of all that you are, all that you are |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off on me |
|
if we had children they'd be lovely and beautiful |
|
and posses a peace and strength and a depth in their eyes |
|
and a soundless in heart, even as they cry |
|
and we as lovers bloom like lilies in midnight |
|
to taste our bellies before god |
|
we are witness to currents we cannot control, cannot control |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off on me |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off on me |
|
it's all the faces that you never have, or that you never had |
|
to the shivers you couldn't shake |
|
the planes you didn't make |
|
the hooks that didn't take off at night |
|
in your window as you fight with the curtains |
|
to cover up your nakedness from the neighbour's gaze such a sweet display |
|
of nothingness of everything of nevermind |
|
these thing are fine the sweet tooth sunsets forgets tonight |
|
cacophony, cacophony |
|
so let me say that you look lovely in all of this |
|
and let me say that the death that I fear |
|
could in part be a fear that i'd lose you, you're just as I found you |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off on me |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off on me |
|
don't be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you x2 |
|
your beauty must be rubbing off |
|
(repeat until end) |