Lyric Pinky

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