Ariella, 7:30, 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 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 everything

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