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