The Escapist

The Streets

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    All these walls were never really there
    Nor the ceiling, or the chair
    I am eking weeks of peace on a beach
    I've seen 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
    'Cause 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 whitewash, faded spotless
    The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
    The cold is all an illusion thought up
    I stroll on the shore, snooze and explore
    All possibilities in each new morning
    Till satisfied, reaching out and 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 whose soul does not hide any crimes?
    Wrapped in walls, encircled by work
    The walls fall, the story occurs
    No barrier, no boundary or allow as I please (tick, tick, tick)
    The freedom to stay or stray
    Be fiend or friend, 'cause no harm but charm
    The peaceful end

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    I'll not feel no fear
    'Cause I'm not really here
    I'm nowhere near here
    I'll not feel no 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 till yesterday
    I've seen 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, 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 bustling trees, the shush at 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 here
    I'll not feel no fear
    'Cause I'm not really here
    I'm nowhere near here

    So done

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    Composición: Michael Skinner

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