I'll be honest
I wasn't devastated
But you could've
Held my hands through this, baby
Let my mind
Run underneath warm jets
I run my hands through what's left
But we're getting older, baby
Don’t have much longer baby
Why am I preaching
To this choir, to this atheist?
Just like mine, versions of these belong to you
After a while
They're keeping me close to you
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Producers：Frank Ocean/Francis and the Lights/Buddy Ross
Writers：Frank Ocean/Bacharach & David/Hal David/Burt Bacharach
Sample：Talkbox Medley(1972)—Stevie Wond
I'll be honest
I wasn't devastated
But you could've
Held my hands through this, baby
Let my mind
Run underneath warm jets
I run my hands through what's left
But we're getting older, baby
Don’t have much longer baby
Why am I preaching
To this choir, to this atheist?
Just like mine, versions of these belong to you
After a while
They're keeping me close to you
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
Producers：Frank Ocean/Francis and the Lights/Buddy Ross
Writers：Frank Ocean/Bacharach & David/Hal David/Burt Bacharach
Sample：Talkbox Medley(1972)—Stevie Wond
