I dont want to wake you
But Id like to tell you that I love you
That the candlelight fell like a crescent
Upon your feather pillow
For theres more ways than one
And the ways of the world are a blessing
For when Pinkys dreaming
She owes the world nothing
And her silence keeps us guessing
Pinkys as perfect as the Fourth of July
Quilted and timeless, seldom denied
The trial and the error of my master plan
Now she rolls like the dice in a poor gamblers hands
You dont want to tell me
But somehow youve guessed that I know
Oh, when dawn came this morning
You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul
For theres toast and honey
And theres breakfast in bed on a tray
Oh, its ten below zero
And were about to abandon our plans for the day