The Streets - The Escapist

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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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 see the breezes weave the trees,

these walls you find - they’re yours and mine

confined not by them I

I am in times that lie behind my eyelids,

the sunsets steal the rising silence,

I’ll not feel no fear

Cause I’m not really here

I’m nowhere near here

Theres no rain on roof that grates and beats me

my favorite tree breaking lights 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 the sore

white clouds white wash faded spotless

the weighty shadows, ranges of rocks

the cold is all illusion thought up

the stroll on the shore, snooze and explore

all possibilities in each new morning,

until satisfied reaching out, yawning

fish in a big dish, some rice and spice,

salt over shoulder never (…)

the truth I’ve told was silence sometimes

but who 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 all 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 here

I’ll not feel no fear

Cause I’m not really here

I’m nowhere near here

Pale ancient woods, strewn white sandy bays

this ugly room pales away today

I am swimming, in the ocean

I sink slow motion

fingers, toes floating

every year til yesterday

seeing the eternal setting sea

I compare all this to me,

little 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 tide, four seasons

new life born is like changing

all these walls were really never there

nor the ceiling or the chair

I am eking weeks of peace on a beach

I see the breezes weave the trees

I am not here at all,

you dearly fooled,

I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea

the mischievous

fluttering seagulls

No!

I’m not trapped in a box, I’m glancing at rocks

I am dancing off docks

since this dance began

thats where i am

I’m not feel no fear

Cause I’m not really here

I’m nowhere near

I’m not feel no fear

Cause I’m not really here

I’m nowhere near