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Happiness Writes WhiteAriella, 7:30, I don't want to get up yetListen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set As you know, I've never been a praying man I don't need a God to make me feel all right But if you wonder why I never wrote you a song It's 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 don't trust my fingers, I don't trust my tongue The work is too important and we're no longer young, after all. When I consider what you put up with I'm amazed you still have skin When I consider what you mean to me, It's everything. It's e-ve-ry-thing. Ariella, 11:30, I don't want to go to sleep Turn the TV off already, Curse the hours we have to keep As you know, I've never been a confident man I've been in the tall grass all my life Until you came along; now there's one less thing wrong Even though happiness writes white. I know happiness writes white, I know happiness writes white, (I know happiness writes white) I know happiness writes white, (I know happiness writes white) I know happiness writes white, I know happiness writes white, I know happiness writes white. Ariella are you sleeping? |