Lyrics The Escapist - The Streets
All
these
walls
were
never
really
there
Nor
the
ceiling
or
the
chair
I'm
eking
weeks
of
peace
at
the
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'm
not
full
of
fear
'cause
I'm
not
really
here
I'm
nowhere
near
here
There's
no
rain
on
roof
that
grates
and
beats
me
My
favorite
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
The
freedom
to
stay
off
straight
Be
fiend
or
friend
cause
no
harm
but
charm
The
peaceful
end
I'm
not
full
of
fear
'cause
I'm
not
really
here
I'm
nowhere
near
here
I'm
not
full
of
fear
'cause
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
I
see
the
eternal
setting
sea
I
compare
all
this
to
me
It's
all
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
for
seasons
New
life
born
is
like
teasing
All
these
walls
were
really
never
there
Nor
the
ceiling
or
the
chair
I'm
eking
weeks
of
peace
at
the
beach
I
see
the
breezes
weave
the
trees
I
am
not
here
at
all,
you
are
dearly
fooled
I
see
bristling
trees,
the
shush
at
the
sea
Mischievous,
fluttering
seagulls
No,
I'm
not
trapped
in
a
box,
so
I
am
glancing
at
rocks
I'm
dancing
off
docks,
since
this
stance
began
that's
where
I
am
I'm
not
full
of
fear
'cause
I'm
not
really
here
I'm
nowhere
near
here
I'm
not
full
of
fear
'cause
I'm
not
really
here
I'm
nowhere
near
here
So
done
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