The Escapist Lyrics - Everything Is Borrowed - Streets

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