The singer is in Jail. When he says "I can't feel these walls" , the walls fade to clouds projecting the scene of the lyrics.

Close-up on the singer's face, cold blue moonlight through cell bars, concrete texture begins to dissolve into translucent white mist.

The singer extends his hands, fingers passing through the dissolving stone, swirling grey clouds replace the solid walls, ethereal glow.

Wide shot of the singer standing on a floating floor, walls completely replaced by a vast, stormy sky, thunderous blue lighting.

The stormy clouds swirl into a vortex, the jail floor transforms into a soft carpet of white cumulus, golden sunlight breaking through.

Aerial view, the singer walking atop a sea of clouds, the golden light intensifying, horizon line blurring into a vibrant sunrise.

The golden sunlight shifts to a neon pink glow, clouds begin to take the shape of city skyscrapers, cinematic low angle.

Silhouette of the singer against a cityscape made of mist, glowing windows appearing within the clouds, dreamlike urban atmosphere, soft focus.

The mist skyscrapers elongate into tall trees, the neon pink fading into a lush forest green, dappled sunlight filtering through leaves.

The singer walks through the misty emerald forest, leaves turning into fluttering paper notes, whimsical lighting, particles floating in air.

Close-up on the paper notes, they swirl around the singer's head forming a halo, background forest blurring into a dark, starry void.

The singer floating in deep space, stars reflecting in his eyes, purple and indigo nebula clouds drifting where the walls once stood.

The purple nebula thickens, transforming back into heavy grey smoke, the singer descending slowly, gravity returning to the scene.

The grey smoke solidifies into translucent bricks, the singer's feet touching a cold stone floor, dim flickering light, shadows lengthening.

The walls become opaque stone once more, the singer sits on a wooden bench, final lingering trail of cloud evaporating into shadows.