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 gra** 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