| 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 |