A
E/A
D/A
A
A
E/A
D/A
A
A
I don’t want
Bm/A
to wake you
Bm
But I’d lik
E
e to tell you th
D
at I
A
love
you
That the
C#m
candlelight
fe
F#m
ll like a crescent
D
Upon your
A/C#
feather
Bm
pillow
E
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
Bm
Pinky’s as perfect as the
E
Fourth of July
Bm
Quilted and timeless, seldom de
E
nied
D
The
trial
A/C#
and the e
B7
rror of my master plan
Now she
E
rolls like the dice in a
D
poor
gam
A
ble
A/C#
r’s
han
D/B
ds
A
E/A
D/A
A
A
E/A
D/A
A
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
