I don´t want to wake you But I´d like to tell you that I love you
That the candlelight fell like a crescent Upon your feather pillow
For there´s more ways than one And the ways of the world are a blessing For when Pinky´s dreaming She owes the world nothing And her silence keeps us guessing
Pinky´s 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 gambler´s hands
You don´t want to tell me But somehow you´ve guessed that I know Oh when dawn came this morning
You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul
For there´s toast and honey And there´s breakfast in bed on a tray Oh it´s ten below zero And we´re about to abandon our plans for the day