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