Streets - The Escapist lyrics
rate meAll these walls were never really there, <br />
Nor the ceiling or the chair.<br />
I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach<br />
I see the breezes weave the trees, <br />
These walls, you'll find, are yours and mine<br />
Defined not by them, I<br />
I'm in times that lie behind my eyelids, <br />
The sunset still the rising silence, <br />
<br />
(Chorus)<br />
I'll not feel no fear<br />
Cos' I'm not really here<br />
I'm nowhere near here<br />
<br />
There's no rain on roof that grates and beats me<br />
My favourite tree breaking light to pieces<br />
Sprinkling, sharded light on me<br />
Throw a stone as hard as you can<br />
And hearing with hand not here at land<br />
Nothing taxi, dusting sand<br />
My window world spins and twirls, <br />
The walls then fall, I recall the sort<br />
White clouds white wash faded spotless<br />
The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks<br />
The cold is all illusion thought up<br />
Stroll on the shore, snooze and explore<br />
All possibilities in each new morning, <br />
'Til satisfied reaching out, yawning<br />
Fish in a big dish, some rice and spice, <br />
Salt over shoulder, never salted so tight<br />
The truth I have told was silence sometimes<br />
But who's soul does not hide any crimes<br />
Wrapped in walls, encircled by work<br />
The walls fall - the story occurs<br />
No barrier, no boundary or 'low us ID's<br />
The freedom to stay off straight<br />
Be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end<br />
<br />
(Chorus x2)<br />
<br />
Pale, ancient woods, strew white sandy bays<br />
This ugly room pales away today<br />
I'm swimming in the ocean<br />
I sink slow motion<br />
Fingers, toes, floating<br />
Every year 'til yesterday<br />
I see the eternal setting sea<br />
I compare all this to me, <br />
It's all fleeting momentary me<br />
I blink my eyes, this is reminding me<br />
Life lies in the blink of an eye<br />
The old die for reasons, new tides for seasons<br />
New life born is like teasing<br />
All these walls were really never there<br />
Nor the ceiling or the chair<br />
I'm eking weeks of peace at the beach<br />
I see the breezes weave the trees<br />
I am not here at all, <br />
You are dearly fooled, <br />
I see bristling trees, the shush at the sea<br />
Mischievous<br />
Fluttering seagulls<br />
No.<br />
I'm not trapped in a box, so I am glancing at rocks<br />
I'm dancing off docks<br />
Since this stance began<br />
That's where I am<br />
<br />
(Chorus x2)<br />
<br />
So done.
