Text: Johnny Mathis. Dancing on the Ceiling.

The world is lyrical because a miracle
Has brought my lover to me
Though she's 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 there's my love up there above

I whisper, "Go away, my lover, it's not fair"
But I'm so grateful to discover that she's still there
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a dancing floor just for my love