[Verse 1]There’s an orange blob at the end of the bedAnd in its head is an image of an open doorThere’s a yellow mess at the head of the bedAnd in their heads are thoughts of something moreThere’s a white mist above the bedAnd in its wisps are a wealth of legends and loreAnd there’s a blue sock below the bedAnd its thread are feelings of thе floor[Chorus 1]Within the sheetsUnder the covеrsStuffed in the pillowcaseThrough the thin white drapesWithin the sheetsUnder the coversStuffed in the pillowcaseThrough the thin white drapes[Verse 2: Gr8 Dogs & ?]There’s an orange blob at the end of the bedAnd in its head is an image of an open doorThere’s a yellow mess at the head of the bedAnd in their heads are thoughts of something moreThere’s a white mist above the bedAnd in its wisps are a wealth of legends and loreI'm sorry, I can't *laughter*And there’s a blue sock below the bedAnd its thread are feelings of the floorOkay, are you ready now?[Chorus 2]Within the sheetsUnder the coversStuffed in the pillowcaseThrough the thin white drapesWithin the sheetsUnder the coversStuffed in the pillowcaseThrough the thin white drapesWithin the sheetsUnder the coversStuffed in the pillowcaseThrough the thin white drapes
