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 SOUNDNESS 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      cacphony, cacaphoney      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, your 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)