One Night with The Valet - Tennis/Alaina Moore/Patrick Riley

Composed by：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

Top down head in the clouds

You get yours from us

My baby in a physical world

Tell me you get yours from us

Top down head in the clouds

Not enough heat

You get yours from us

Not enough crowds

My baby in a physical world

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