The Streets - The Escapist lyrics
rate me<BR>
All 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>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
I'll not feel no fear <br>
Cos' I'm not really here <br>
I'm nowhere near here <br>
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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>
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<i>[Chorus x2]</i><br>
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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>
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<i>[Chorus x2]</i><br>
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So done.<br>
