Текст песни The Escapist

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,

(Chorus)

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 hard as you can

And hearing with hand not here at land

Nothing taxi, 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

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The freedom to stay off straight

Be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end

(Chorus x2)

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

(Chorus x2)

So done.