Released: February 16, 2011
Songwriter: Maejor Frank Ocean
Producer: Maejor Troy NōKA
[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we
Dust, dust
[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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 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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we
Dust, dust
[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
And when the ink dries
And the pages turn to dust, so will we
Turn to dust, so will we
Dust, dust