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, I'm watching over silent things

Like pearls scattered at our feet

Top down, head in the clouds

You get yours from us

My baby in the 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 the physical world

(Not enough heat)

Tell me you get yours from us

I'm riding high, I'm 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