text: I dont want to wake you
  But Id like to tell you that I love you
  That the candlelight fell like a crescent
  Upon your feather pillow
  For theres more ways than one
  And the ways of the world are a blessing
  For when Pinkys dreaming
  She owes the world nothing
  And her silence keeps us guessing
  Pinkys 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 gamblers hands
  You dont want to tell me
  But somehow youve guessed that I know
  Oh when dawn came this morning
  You discovered a feeling that burned like a flame in your soul
  For theres toast and honey
  And theres breakfast in bed on a tray
  Oh its ten below zero
  And were about to abandon our plans for the day