Текст песни: Solange Knowles. Sweet Picket Dreams.

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

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It's possible to dream such a thing that's so far away
And the flame that you bring is warm enough
It's possible we all want a dream that's so far away
And my white picket dream is home enough.
Oh yeah...

I'm lying in the dark but it's pitch bright
Cuz this yellow in my soul and it rays
It brings me whole.
I figured I'd be married young with two offspring
But this timing and it 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

(Chorus)

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, honey, 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
That house on the hill with our name on that door
And you know I want that, baby
And you know we'll have that, baby
That white picket dream of mine
Will sure be ours in no time

(chorus)