Honeymoon Suite

The ceiling had a painting on it in our room in France
So we were living underneath some angels in a dance
My husband was not feeling well so we went to bed
He woke up complaining of an aching in his head

He said a hundred people had come through our room that night
That one by one the old and young had asked if he was all right
One by one the old and young lined up to touch his hand
He spent the night complaining they had come to the wrong man

The concierge was less than helpful when we asked her the next day
With our coffee and our magazines we went to the desk to pay
"What happened in that room" he asked "A death or something strange?"
She smiled at him politely and returned to him his change

Well what I'd like to know, and this will be a mystery
Is with all those people in that room why none appeared to me
When we sleep so close together that our hair becomes entwined
I must have missed that moment in the gateway to his mind