Inside's a womb,
Releasing to the room
Of senses
Results of plans are ours
Actions girt in what will be
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 who's speaking
They're walls and doors
And naught upholds it all
What never ends lost it all
It echoes and ripples
The bornless win it all
They echo tomorrow's sounds
And all is turned around
What never ends lost it all
It echoes and ripples
The bornless win it all
They echo tomorrow's sounds
And all is turned around
Let go, let go, let go
Tomorrow, tomorrow