One Night with the Valet

White doves come down I'm out here standing in the wind And even now, I'm tempted by the face of love I feel it coming like a flood Finding myself tempted by the face of love Really fear that I could never get enough I'm riding high up, watching over silent things Like pearls scattered at our feet Top down, head in the clouds You get yours from us My baby in a physical world Tell me you get yours from us (Not enough doors) top down, head in the clouds (Not enough heat) you get yours from us (Not enough crowds) my baby in a physical world (Not enough heat) tell me you get yours from us I'm riding high up, watching over silent things Like pearls scattered at our feet And even now, I'm tempted by the face of love I feel it coming like a flood