I imagine you dance in your room at night
And I lay in bed in mine.
In yours is a beautiful waking dream,
In my room a logical mind.
And the beauty in this is that I am the one
With whom you choose humbly to dance.
And all I can do is to picture you picturing
Me in your fairytale trance.
And what did I do to earn this?
What have I done to deserve,
A beautiful girl who likes dancing with me,
A princess whose hand lightly curves
As she wraps it around an invisible me
And imagines me in her embrace?
While I lay in my bed and I think in my head
But all I can see is her face.
Her eyes are all I think about,
Her voice is all I hear.
And still she dances ever on,
With music in her ears.