Dancing On The Ceiling

Dancing On The Ceiling - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

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