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)