The Streets - The Escapist lyrics

All these walls were never really there Nor the ceiling or the chair I'm eking weeks of peace on a beach I see the breezes weave the trees These walls, you'll find, are yours and mine Defined 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 Cos' I'm not really here I'm nowhere near here 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 world spins and twirls The walls then fall, I recall the sort White clouds white wash faded spotless The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks The cold is all illusion thought up 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 tight The truth I have told was silence sometimes But who's soul does not hide any crimes? Wrapped in walls, encircled by work The walls fall - the story occurs No barrier, no boundary or 'low us ID's (Tick tick tick tick) The freedom to stay or stray Be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end I'll not feel no fear Cos' I'm not really here I'm nowhere near here I'll not feel no fear Cos' I'm not really here I'm nowhere near here 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 Has seen the eternal setting sea I compare all this to me; Little, fleeting, momentary me I blink my eyes, this is reminding me Life lies in the blink of an eye The old die for reasons New tides, four seasons New life born is like sneezing All these walls were really never there Nor the ceiling or the chair I'm eking weeks of peace on a beach I see the breezes weave the trees I'm not here at all You're dearly fooled I see bristling trees, the shush of the sea 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 Cos' I'm not really here I'm nowhere near here I'll not feel no fear Cos' I'm not really here I'm nowhere near here So done