Frank Ocean - Dust lyrics
[Frank Ocean - Dust lyrics]
Who's that talking in the library?
Who's that talking in my
Library? Is that you?
No, I won't put you out
'Cause what would this place
Be without my muse? Nothing special
Every book in here, I wrote
Some I'm not too proud of
Some I wish I could burn
So many pages I wrote
Wish I could revise them
But there's no erasing
And the best advice I got was keep writing
Yeah and keep living, yeah
And keep loving
Oh, loving and living and loving
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we dust, dust
Who's that laughing in my library?
Who's that laughing in my
Library? Is that you?
No, I won't put you out
'Cause what would this place
Be without your smile? Nothing special
I fell in love with you, girl, oh ooh
You let yourself inside
With no respect for privacy
You said, "There's too much on my mind"
Then you ripped out a page
And set that shit on flame, I quit writing
Oh ooh, I kept living, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ugh i kept loving, ah, ah
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we dust, dust
Who's that talking in my
Library? Is that you?
No, I won't put you out
'Cause what would this place
Be without my muse? Nothing special
Every book in here, I wrote
Some I'm not too proud of
Some I wish I could burn
So many pages I wrote
Wish I could revise them
But there's no erasing
And the best advice I got was keep writing
Yeah and keep living, yeah
And keep loving
Oh, loving and living and loving
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we dust, dust
Who's that laughing in my library?
Who's that laughing in my
Library? Is that you?
No, I won't put you out
'Cause what would this place
Be without your smile? Nothing special
I fell in love with you, girl, oh ooh
You let yourself inside
With no respect for privacy
You said, "There's too much on my mind"
Then you ripped out a page
And set that shit on flame, I quit writing
Oh ooh, I kept living, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ugh i kept loving, ah, ah
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we dust, dust