Frank Sinatra – Dancing On The Ceiling

The world is lyrical

Because a miracle

Has brought my lover to me

Though shes 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 theres my love

Up there above

I whisper, go away, my lover

Its not fair

But Im so grateful to discover

That shes still there

I love my ceiling more

Since it is a dancing floor

Just for my love