Ariella, 730, I dont want to get up yet Listen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set As you know, Ive never been a praying man I dont need a God to make me feel all right But if you wonder why I never wrote you a song Its because happiness writes white I try to put it into words, but the words just sound like mistakes I try to find a set of chords, but you know how long that takes me I cant trust my fingers, I cant trust my tongue The work is too important and were no longer young, after all When I consider what you put up with Im amazed you still have skin When I consider what you mean to me, its everything Its everything Ariella, 1130, I dont want to go to sleep Turn the TV off already, curse the hours we have to keep As you know, Ive never been a confident man Ive been in the tall grass all my life Until you came along now theres one less thing wrong Even though happiness writes white I know happiness writes white I know happiness writes white Ariella are you sleeping?
ariella, writes, happiness, white, consider