Writer(s): Comden/Green/Styne. . The world is lyrical. Because a miracle. Has brought my lover to me. Though she's some other place, her face I see. .
What is happening here. Something's going on that's not quite clear. Somebody turn on the lights. We're gonna have a party. It's starting tonight. . Oh, what a feeling.
What is happening here. Something's going on that's not quite clear. Somebody turn on the lights. We're gonna have a party. It's starting tonight. . Oh, what a feeling.
She dances overhead. On the ceiling near my bed. In my sight. Through the night. . I try to hide in vain. Underneath my counterpane. There's my love. Up there above.
The world is lyrical. Because a miracle. Has brought my lover to me. Though he's some other place, his face I see. . At night I creep in bed. And never sleep in bed.