Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off - Hawksley Workman

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)