FrankOcean

Could this be Earth?

Could this be light?

Does this mean everything, is going to be all right?

Every time I look out the window I see trees talking like people.

I dreamt of storms,

I dreamt of sound,

I dreamt of gravity,

Keeping us around.

I slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent.

What is this love?

I don't feel the same.

Don't know what this is,

Could be given a name.

And I forget twenty-three,

Like I forget seventeen,

I forgot my first love,

Like you forget a day dream,

And to all my wild friends,

And all the times I had with them,

I'll fade to gray soon,

On the TV station.