One Night with the Valet
Alaina Moore, Patrick Riley
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
Talk 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)
Talk 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