Lyrics Esse Quam Videri - The Rosebuds
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                gift 
                                                shop 
                                                inside 
                                                me 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                shadowbox 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                shelf
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                walk 
                                                in 
                                                whispers 
                                                lately 
                                                baby
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                hear 
                                                nothing 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                you 
                                                better
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                you 
                                                even 
                                                know 
                                                yourself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turn 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                headlights, 
                                                shine 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                are 
                                                sparks 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Peel 
                                                back 
                                                my 
                                                skin 
                                                now, 
                                                what's 
                                                it 
                                                hiding?
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                not 
                                                really 
                                                room 
                                                left 
                                                for 
                                                much
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                just 
                                                folklore 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                finding?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                we 
                                                strangers 
                                                from 
                                                behind?
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                tattooed 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                forearms, 
                                                so 
                                                it's 
                                                not 
                                                forgotten
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                remember 
                                                where 
                                                I'm 
                                                from 
                                                or 
                                                where 
                                                I'm 
                                                going
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                stood 
                                                there 
                                                looking 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                ocean
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                city 
                                                of 
                                                moving 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                you're 
                                                waist-high 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                Digging 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                toes 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                eyes 
                                                are 
                                                pilgrims 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Enough 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                cold 
                                                damp 
                                                city 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                couldn't 
                                                heat 
                                                it 
                                                enough
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drown 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                pictures, 
                                                hold 
                                                me 
                                                fold 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                looking 
                                                at 
                                                you 
                                                up 
                                                above
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                have 
                                                stayed 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                reef
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                got 
                                                caught 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                beach 
                                                of 
                                                nerves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                I'm 
                                                moving 
                                                undercover, 
                                                blocking 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                sounds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trying 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                some 
                                                privacy 
                                                living 
                                                underwater
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                there 
                                                anything 
                                                I'm 
                                                forgetting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                braided 
                                                dirt?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                hope 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sculptures, 
                                                buried 
                                                underwater
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                blue 
                                                with 
                                                faint 
                                                outlines
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                send 
                                                me 
                                                down 
                                                    a 
                                                piano
 
                                    
                                
                                                Carve 
                                                my 
                                                name 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                tides
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you'll 
                                                find 
                                                me 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sculptures 
                                                lost 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                about 
                                                    a 
                                                mile 
                                                outside 
                                                North 
                                                Carolina
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 In My Teeth
2 Sand + Silence
3 Give Me A Reason
4 Blue Eyes
5 Mine Mine
6 Wait A Minute
7 Esse Quam Videri
8 Death Of An Old Bike
9 Looking For
10 Walking
11 Tiny Bones
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