Happiness Writes White

Ariella, seven-thirty,

I don't want to get up yet,

Listen 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 tried to put it into words,

But the words just sound like mistakes,

I tried to find a set of chords,

But you know how long that takes me,

I can't trust my fingers,

And I can'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, eleven-thirty,

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.

Are you sleeping?