When you can create anything,

People can't comprehend you.

You're too much for them, it's true.

Parts can only see parts, it's a view,

And words tell much less than arts do

And words tell much less than arts do

Do do do do do

Do do do do doooo.

A house is where people return to,

To use all they made out of nothing.

It's the thing after the "no" is removed,

It's where you say you finally moved.

Houses are full of doors,

And doors occupy floors.

All the signals that need to be received,

All the interference that must be deceived.

A house has all you need,

Yet you want to run out, get out, shed doubt.

When you are simply everything... you're so complete for the parts,

They will never make you out.

Where can they fit with a Full House?

And words tell much less than arts do

And words tell much less than arts do

Do do do do do

Do do do do doooo.

Did you start? No? Then how can you end?

An orphan in a movie once said, "There is no spoon."

Us say, "But what is there?" I'm asking about the word "there."

When you are all of it... you can't find anything outside,

Everything is in House... you don't need anything.

You need you, that's all... your house, your design.

It's you with you all the time... although there is no time.

And words tell much less than arts do

And words tell much less than arts do

Do do do do do

Do do do do doooo.

Do do do do do

Do do do do doooo.

Do do do do do

Do do do do doooo.