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Intro: 0:00 - 0:10)
(Spoken, pitched down low)
Yeah...
It’s 4:00 AM and the humidity is sticking to the leather.
I thought we were past this.
I thought the light turned green miles ago.
(Chorus: 0:10 - 0:24)
Wait for it, wait for it...
The way the indigo bleeds into the orange line
You’re a ghost in my passenger side
And I’m just driving ‘til the gas runs dry.
Wait for it, wait for it...
Your silhouette is etched into the windshield
I can’t see the road, I only see how you feel.
(Verse: 0:24 - 0:38)
Gold chains on a white tee, skin like honey
We spent all the time, we didn’t need the money
Static on the radio, Frank Sinatra or the Pixies?
You were always caught between the fifties and the sixties.
I’m pouring memories into a solo cup
Watching the ice melt while the sun comes up
You said "forever" like it had an expiration
Now I’m just a station on your late-night rotation.
(Chorus: 0:38 - 0:52)
Wait for it, wait for it...
The way the indigo bleeds into the orange line
You’re a ghost in my passenger side
And I’m just driving ‘til the gas runs dry.
Wait for it, wait for it...
Your silhouette is etched into the windshield
I can’t see the road, I only see how you feel.
(Outro: 0:52 - end)
(Vocal slows down, more melodic/airy)
Indigo...
Bleeding out...
Keep the light on for me.
Even if I’m just passing through.
Wait for it...

Frank ocean