Walls And Doors

Inside's a womb,
Releasing to the room
Of senses

Untold plans are us (of ours?),
Actions get toward
with me

One time's in the bunch,
We don't see in front of us

When you do anything
Everything is coming to you

When you see a changeling
There's nothing but his appearances on
Nothing but his appearances on

Touch knows what's hearing
Sight knows he's speaking
They're walls and doors
And none are bolted on
Hey

Whatever is lost in all
It echoes and ripples

One knows to end it all
Let go tomorrow, soul

And all is turned around

Oh
Whatever is lost in all
It echoes and ripples

One knows to end it all
Let go tomorrow, soul

And all is turned around, whoa

Let go, let go, let go....
Tomorrow, tomorrow (let go, let go)