Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Escapist , by - The Streets. Release date: 11.09.2008
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 or stray |
| 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, 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 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 |