Dancing on the Ceiling (He Dances on My

<br>The world is lyrical<br>Because a miracle<br>Has brought my lover to me<br>Though she`s some other place, her face I see<br>At night I creep in bed<br>And never sleep in bed<br>But look above in the air<br>And to my greatest joy, my love is there<br>She dances overhead<br>On the ceiling near my bed<br>In my sight<br>All through the night<br>I try to hide in vain<br>Underneath my counterpane<br>But there`s my love<br>up there above<br>I whisper, &quot;Go away, my lover<br>It`s not fair&quot;<br>But I`m so grateful to discover<br>That she`s still there<br>I love my ceiling more<br>Since it is a dancing floor<br>Just for my love