the world is lyrical because a miracle has brought my lover to me and though he s some other place his face i see at night i creep in bed but never sleep in bed just look around in the air and to my greatest joy my boy is there it is my prince who walks into my dreams and talks he dances overhead on the ceiling near my bed in my sight through the night i try to hide in vain underneath my counterpane there s my love up above i whisper go away my lover it s not fair but i m so grateful to discover he s still there i love my ceiling more since it is a dancing floor just for my love