My couch is made of thoughts

My car is made of feet

My house is made of bone

My windows made of eyes

My roof is the thinking man…..



My ears are the outdoors

My feelings are the universe

My soul is you just standing

there….

Mmmm mmm good



She wore flowers as her hair,

A single thought from her is a 

blanket.

And you she knows that I will be

there when I can,

Cause my roof is the thinking man



Color in the clouds

Color in the sky

Color in the grass

Color in the tree

Color in the people, it's beautiful

to see

Color in the fields

Color in the sound

Color in the love we have,

now it's all around…



She's the bomb

She's the bomb