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