Текст Frank Ocean – White

Could this be earth, could this be light
Does this mean everything is going to be alright
When I look out my window there’s trees talking like people

I’ve dreamt of storms, I’ve dreamt of sound

What is this love, I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I woke you were there, tracing planets on my forehead

But I’ll forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dream
And what of all my wild friends, and the times I’ve had with them
Well I’ll fade to grey soon on the tv station