The Escapist

Album: Everything is Borrowed (2008)
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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

    There's no rain on roof that grates and beats me
    My favorite tree breaking lights to pieces
    Sprinkling, shaded 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

    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
    I'm not trapped in a box, I'm glancing at rocks
    I am dancing off docks
    Since this dance began
    That's where I am

    I'm not feel no fear
    Cause I'm not really here
    I'm nowhere near Writer/s: MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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