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 еnough heat
You get yours from us
Not enough crowds
My baby in thе 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