My eyes burn naked,
my black cold num­bers,
my inse­cu­ri­ties,
my devi­ous nature,
make it go away.

My rest between rub­ber,
my spi­der shadow,
my shat­tered dancer.

Beau­ti­ful, bro­ken,
my crys­tal fin­gers,
beau­ti­ful, bro­ken,
my crys­tal fingers.

My glass like rain,
my illu­mi­na­tion,
my cracks are slid­ing,
shaker, feather,
rub­ber, duster,
cold, cool,
your fin­gers, bro­ken,
beau­ti­ful, won­der­ful,
paper flaps,
how you love,
love to love,
love and stitch,
shaker, rub­ber, striper.

Beau­ti­ful, bro­ken,
my crys­tal fin­gers,
beau­ti­ful, bro­ken,
my crys­tal fin­gers.
—Underworld