| Song | The Escapist |
| Artist | The Streets |
| Album | Everything Is Borrowed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:08.00] | @ @ |
| [00:11.00] | |
| [00:13.58] | All these walls were never really there, |
| [00:17.47] | nor the ceiling or the chair. |
| [00:20.66] | I am eking weeks of peace on a beach |
| [00:24.06] | I see the breezes weave the trees, |
| [00:27.19] | these walls you find - they’re yours and mine |
| [00:30.37] | confined not by them I |
| [00:33.34] | I am in times that lie behind my eyelids, |
| [00:36.68] | the sunsets steal the rising silence, |
| [00:39.97] | I’ll not feel no fear |
| [00:43.66] | Cause I’m not really here |
| [00:46.74] | I’m nowhere near here |
| [00:52.70] | Theres no rain on roof that grates and beats me |
| [00:55.85] | my favorite tree breaking lights to pieces |
| [00:59.07] | sprinkling, sharded light on me |
| [01:02.34] | throw a stone as high as you can |
| [01:05.49] | and hearing with hand not hear it land |
| [01:08.43] | nothing taxing, dusting sand |
| [01:11.48] | my window and world spins and twirls, |
| [01:14.96] | the walls then fall, i recall the sore |
| [01:18.17] | white clouds white wash faded spotless |
| [01:21.36] | the weighty shadows, ranges of rocks |
| [01:24.66] | the cold is all illusion thought up |
| [01:27.79] | the stroll on the shore, snooze and explore |
| [01:31.00] | all possibilities in each new morning, |
| [01:34.28] | until satisfied reaching out, yawning |
| [01:38.02] | fish in a big dish, some rice and spice, |
| [01:40.76] | salt over shoulder never (…) |
| [01:43.85] | the truth I’ve told was silence sometimes |
| [01:47.18] | but who soul does not hide any crimes |
| [01:50.27] | wrapped in walls, encircled by work |
| [01:53.40] | the walls fall - this story occurs |
| [01:56.71] | no barrier, no boundary, all hours I please |
| [02:00.50] | the freedom to stay all stray |
| [02:03.62] | be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm - the peaceful end |
| [02:09.38] | I’ll not feel no fear |
| [02:13.27] | Cause I’m not really here |
| [02:16.42] | I’m nowhere near here |
| [02:22.58] | I’ll not feel no fear |
| [02:26.07] | Cause I’m not really here |
| [02:29.01] | I’m nowhere near here |
| [02:34.82] | Pale ancient woods, strewn white sandy bays |
| [02:38.24] | this ugly room pales away today |
| [02:41.40] | I am swimming, in the ocean |
| [02:44.28] | I sink slow motion |
| [02:45.81] | fingers, toes floating |
| [02:47.95] | every year til yesterday |
| [02:50.84] | seeing the eternal setting sea |
| [02:54.21] | I compare all this to me, |
| [02:57.28] | little fleeting momentary me |
| [03:00.47] | I blink my eyes, this is reminding me |
| [03:03.95] | life lies in the blink of an eye |
| [03:07.09] | the old die for reasons, new tide, four seasons |
| [03:10.89] | new life born is like changing |
| [03:13.64] | all these walls were really never there |
| [03:16.72] | nor the ceiling or the chair |
| [03:19.79] | I am eking weeks of peace on a beach |
| [03:23.03] | I see the breezes weave the trees |
| [03:26.30] | I am not here at all, |
| [03:28.99] | you dearly fooled, |
| [03:30.51] | I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea |
| [03:34.46] | the mischievous |
| [03:36.35] | fluttering seagulls |
| [03:37.93] | No! |
| [03:39.74] | I’m not trapped in a box, I’m glancing at rocks |
| [03:43.28] | I am dancing off docks |
| [03:46.16] | since this dance began |
| [03:48.31] | thats where i am |
| [03:51.83] | I’m not feel no fear |
| [03:55.50] | Cause I’m not really here |
| [03:59.00] | I’m nowhere near |
| [04:04.94] | I’m not feel no fear |
| [04:08.51] | Cause I’m not really here |
| [04:11.45] | I’m nowhere near |
| [04:17.22] |
| [00:08.00] | |
| [00:11.00] | |
| [00:13.58] | All these walls were never really there, |
| [00:17.47] | nor the ceiling or the chair. |
| [00:20.66] | I am eking weeks of peace on a beach |
| [00:24.06] | I see the breezes weave the trees, |
| [00:27.19] | these walls you find they' re yours and mine |
| [00:30.37] | confined not by them I |
| [00:33.34] | I am in times that lie behind my eyelids, |
| [00:36.68] | the sunsets steal the rising silence, |
| [00:39.97] | I' ll not feel no fear |
| [00:43.66] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [00:46.74] | I' m nowhere near here |
| [00:52.70] | Theres no rain on roof that grates and beats me |
| [00:55.85] | my favorite tree breaking lights to pieces |
| [00:59.07] | sprinkling, sharded light on me |
| [01:02.34] | throw a stone as high as you can |
| [01:05.49] | and hearing with hand not hear it land |
| [01:08.43] | nothing taxing, dusting sand |
| [01:11.48] | my window and world spins and twirls, |
| [01:14.96] | the walls then fall, i recall the sore |
| [01:18.17] | white clouds white wash faded spotless |
| [01:21.36] | the weighty shadows, ranges of rocks |
| [01:24.66] | the cold is all illusion thought up |
| [01:27.79] | the stroll on the shore, snooze and explore |
| [01:31.00] | all possibilities in each new morning, |
| [01:34.28] | until satisfied reaching out, yawning |
| [01:38.02] | fish in a big dish, some rice and spice, |
| [01:40.76] | salt over shoulder never |
| [01:43.85] | the truth I' ve told was silence sometimes |
| [01:47.18] | but who soul does not hide any crimes |
| [01:50.27] | wrapped in walls, encircled by work |
| [01:53.40] | the walls fall this story occurs |
| [01:56.71] | no barrier, no boundary, all hours I please |
| [02:00.50] | the freedom to stay all stray |
| [02:03.62] | be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm the peaceful end |
| [02:09.38] | I' ll not feel no fear |
| [02:13.27] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [02:16.42] | I' m nowhere near here |
| [02:22.58] | I' ll not feel no fear |
| [02:26.07] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [02:29.01] | I' m nowhere near here |
| [02:34.82] | Pale ancient woods, strewn white sandy bays |
| [02:38.24] | this ugly room pales away today |
| [02:41.40] | I am swimming, in the ocean |
| [02:44.28] | I sink slow motion |
| [02:45.81] | fingers, toes floating |
| [02:47.95] | every year til yesterday |
| [02:50.84] | seeing the eternal setting sea |
| [02:54.21] | I compare all this to me, |
| [02:57.28] | little fleeting momentary me |
| [03:00.47] | I blink my eyes, this is reminding me |
| [03:03.95] | life lies in the blink of an eye |
| [03:07.09] | the old die for reasons, new tide, four seasons |
| [03:10.89] | new life born is like changing |
| [03:13.64] | all these walls were really never there |
| [03:16.72] | nor the ceiling or the chair |
| [03:19.79] | I am eking weeks of peace on a beach |
| [03:23.03] | I see the breezes weave the trees |
| [03:26.30] | I am not here at all, |
| [03:28.99] | you dearly fooled, |
| [03:30.51] | I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea |
| [03:34.46] | the mischievous |
| [03:36.35] | fluttering seagulls |
| [03:37.93] | No! |
| [03:39.74] | I' m not trapped in a box, I' m glancing at rocks |
| [03:43.28] | I am dancing off docks |
| [03:46.16] | since this dance began |
| [03:48.31] | thats where i am |
| [03:51.83] | I' m not feel no fear |
| [03:55.50] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [03:59.00] | I' m nowhere near |
| [04:04.94] | I' m not feel no fear |
| [04:08.51] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [04:11.45] | I' m nowhere near |
| [04:17.22] |
| [00:08.00] | |
| [00:11.00] | |
| [00:13.58] | All these walls were never really there, |
| [00:17.47] | nor the ceiling or the chair. |
| [00:20.66] | I am eking weeks of peace on a beach |
| [00:24.06] | I see the breezes weave the trees, |
| [00:27.19] | these walls you find they' re yours and mine |
| [00:30.37] | confined not by them I |
| [00:33.34] | I am in times that lie behind my eyelids, |
| [00:36.68] | the sunsets steal the rising silence, |
| [00:39.97] | I' ll not feel no fear |
| [00:43.66] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [00:46.74] | I' m nowhere near here |
| [00:52.70] | Theres no rain on roof that grates and beats me |
| [00:55.85] | my favorite tree breaking lights to pieces |
| [00:59.07] | sprinkling, sharded light on me |
| [01:02.34] | throw a stone as high as you can |
| [01:05.49] | and hearing with hand not hear it land |
| [01:08.43] | nothing taxing, dusting sand |
| [01:11.48] | my window and world spins and twirls, |
| [01:14.96] | the walls then fall, i recall the sore |
| [01:18.17] | white clouds white wash faded spotless |
| [01:21.36] | the weighty shadows, ranges of rocks |
| [01:24.66] | the cold is all illusion thought up |
| [01:27.79] | the stroll on the shore, snooze and explore |
| [01:31.00] | all possibilities in each new morning, |
| [01:34.28] | until satisfied reaching out, yawning |
| [01:38.02] | fish in a big dish, some rice and spice, |
| [01:40.76] | salt over shoulder never |
| [01:43.85] | the truth I' ve told was silence sometimes |
| [01:47.18] | but who soul does not hide any crimes |
| [01:50.27] | wrapped in walls, encircled by work |
| [01:53.40] | the walls fall this story occurs |
| [01:56.71] | no barrier, no boundary, all hours I please |
| [02:00.50] | the freedom to stay all stray |
| [02:03.62] | be fiend or friend, cause no harm but charm the peaceful end |
| [02:09.38] | I' ll not feel no fear |
| [02:13.27] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [02:16.42] | I' m nowhere near here |
| [02:22.58] | I' ll not feel no fear |
| [02:26.07] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [02:29.01] | I' m nowhere near here |
| [02:34.82] | Pale ancient woods, strewn white sandy bays |
| [02:38.24] | this ugly room pales away today |
| [02:41.40] | I am swimming, in the ocean |
| [02:44.28] | I sink slow motion |
| [02:45.81] | fingers, toes floating |
| [02:47.95] | every year til yesterday |
| [02:50.84] | seeing the eternal setting sea |
| [02:54.21] | I compare all this to me, |
| [02:57.28] | little fleeting momentary me |
| [03:00.47] | I blink my eyes, this is reminding me |
| [03:03.95] | life lies in the blink of an eye |
| [03:07.09] | the old die for reasons, new tide, four seasons |
| [03:10.89] | new life born is like changing |
| [03:13.64] | all these walls were really never there |
| [03:16.72] | nor the ceiling or the chair |
| [03:19.79] | I am eking weeks of peace on a beach |
| [03:23.03] | I see the breezes weave the trees |
| [03:26.30] | I am not here at all, |
| [03:28.99] | you dearly fooled, |
| [03:30.51] | I see busheling trees, the shush at the sea |
| [03:34.46] | the mischievous |
| [03:36.35] | fluttering seagulls |
| [03:37.93] | No! |
| [03:39.74] | I' m not trapped in a box, I' m glancing at rocks |
| [03:43.28] | I am dancing off docks |
| [03:46.16] | since this dance began |
| [03:48.31] | thats where i am |
| [03:51.83] | I' m not feel no fear |
| [03:55.50] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [03:59.00] | I' m nowhere near |
| [04:04.94] | I' m not feel no fear |
| [04:08.51] | Cause I' m not really here |
| [04:11.45] | I' m nowhere near |
| [04:17.22] |