A cigaret smoking itself
on the edge of my white piano
Paints with smoke the notes in the air
that I am composing
And it's supposed to turn into a song
that says all the things I never say
What you mean
Everything you give
But it's so hard to get it out
All the pretty words I get ruined
Cause how should I be able to dedicate to you
words that sounds a little beautiful
Those I come up with everyone else used
It's so hard to get it out
There I was with all my senses roused
Jotted down a simple message
I'll say it brief as it was:
"You are the most wonderful thing I have"
The keys at the end
of my finger falls into place
My melody for you it sounds
exactly how I want it to
With the words it's not as easy
Even though I've often attempted
writing you songs
A verse that was yours
But it's so hard to get it out
All the pretty words I get ruined
Cause how should I be able to dedicate to you
Words that sounds a little beautiful
Those I come up with everyone else used
It's so hard to get it out
There I was with all my senses roused
Jotted down a simple message
I'll say it brief as it was:
"You are the most wonderful thing I have"