[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Speaking of nirvana, it was there
Rare as the feathers on my dash from a phoenix
There with my crooked teeth and companion sleeping, yeah
Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
That could think of the dreamer that thought
That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God
I be dreaming of dreaming a thought
That could dream about a thought
That could think of dreaming a dream
Where I cannot, where I cannot

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Less morose and more present
Dwell on my gifts for a second, a moment
One solar flare, we're consumеd
So why not spend this flammable paper on thе film that’s my life?
High flights, inhale the vapor, exhale once and think twice
Eat some shrooms, maybe have a good cry about you
See some colors, light hang glide off the moon

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark