Lirieke: Solange. Other. White Picket Dreams.

Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba;
Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba...
Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba;
Ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba...

I'm sitting here looking at this old canvas,
And the picture looks so different from you, yes it does, yes it does...
Maybe it's time to go back to the drawing board,
Cause it's likely that the man I drew is fictional...

It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away,
And the flame that you bring is warming up...
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away,
And my white picket dreams are home enough...

I'm lying in the dark, but it's pitch bright,
Cause this yellow in my soul and it raise, it brings me hope...
I figured I'd be married young with two offspring,
But this timing and me don't wait for you to carry on...

So I wait for the day, for the day,
When this frame shows a face, gives a name,
And you say, that you will, it's your will, we can build, we can still see it...

It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away,
And the flame that you bring is warming up...
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away,
And my white picket dreams are home enough...

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho...

And you know I want that, baby;
What you do keep on bringing me joy...
And you know we'll have that baby;
I'll give you that picture, hun, and so much more...

And you know I want that, baby,
And you know we'll have that baby,
That white picket dream, we'll paint it:
The house on the hills with our name on the door...

And you know I want that, baby,
And you know we'll have that baby;
That white picket dream of mine will show me how it was in no time

It's possible I dream such a thing that's so far away,
And the flame that you bring is warming up...
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away,
And my white picket dreams are home enough...