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