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