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 