Pinky - John, Elton

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