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