paroles de chanson One Night with the Valet - Tennis

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

We're 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