S.T.R.E.E.T.S. - The Escapist lyrics

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