Song | Walls And Doors |
Artist | John Frusciante |
Album | Walls and Doors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Any sigh is a womb | |
Releasing to the room of senses | |
Result of plans are ours | |
Our actions girt in what will be | |
One time seems a bunch | |
But we don't see in front of us | |
When you do anything | |
Everything's coming to you | |
When you see a changeling | |
He's nothing but his appearance sum | |
Touch knows who's speaking | |
They're walls and doors | |
And naughts upholds it all | |
What never ends lost it all | |
It echos and re-throws | |
the bornless win it all | |
They echos tomorrows sounds | |
And all is turned around |