Harley - Breakout lyrics

Icicle clutter up my room Damp cold clusters Cry slowly with despair And a limp sun is sneaking in Through sodden windowpanes. Hardly, can I open doors with stumble strength Blocked by rituals and memories Slush creased the mud outside There, movement is impossible But… The beaches just beneath the pavement Remind of tropic flower sky - distant The dream of seashells… I want to bathe myself In ocean shores Race you in the waves And co*ktail our fun To warming love...oblivion… The dream of seashells… There is sand in my shoes Icicle clutter up my room Damp cold clusters Cry slowly with despair And the sun smashes through My sodden windowpanes. Hardly, can I open doors…? How real is real? When rationality creeps up on unawares We do not really mind Our clanging chains But huddle them Securely.