The world is lyrical
Because a miracle
Has brought my lover to me
And though hes some other place
His face
I see
At night I creep in bed
But never sleep in bed
Just look around in the air
And to my greatest joy
My boy
Is there
It is my prince who walks
Into my dreams and talks

He dances overhead
On the ceiling near my bed
In my sight
Through the night
I try to hide in vain
Underneath my counterpane
Theres my love
Up above
I whisper, Go away, my lover
Its not fair.
But Im so grateful to discover
Hes still there
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a dancing floor
Just for
My love