Hotel Valet
I've been up
In the clouds
Only you can
Bring me back to my body
You worked the graveyards and you slept through the day
Wearing the uniform of hotel valet
I worked the kitchen when I carried your plate
Who would've known that I was serving you fate?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
To your frantic Latin
I was at the door
I was at the door
Down my neck
Beads of sweat
Nothing untouched
Not my face, not my body
You worked the graveyards and you slept through the day
Wearing the uniform of hotel valet
I worked the kitchen when I carried your plate
Who would've known that I was serving you fate?
Been to the fountain
Drink from the fountain
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
To your frantic Latin
To a stone cold miracle
Pa-da-da-da-pa-da-da
Pa-da-da-da
Pa-da-da-da-da-da
Baby, I've been stacking cups
Over and under, I raised the stakes
Saw the sun come up rearranging cups
In and out of the kitchen hands full of plates
Hands full of plates
In the clouds
Only you can
Bring me back to my body
You worked the graveyards and you slept through the day
Wearing the uniform of hotel valet
I worked the kitchen when I carried your plate
Who would've known that I was serving you fate?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
To your frantic Latin
I was at the door
I was at the door
Down my neck
Beads of sweat
Nothing untouched
Not my face, not my body
You worked the graveyards and you slept through the day
Wearing the uniform of hotel valet
I worked the kitchen when I carried your plate
Who would've known that I was serving you fate?
Been to the fountain
Drink from the fountain
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
What had I been doing?
Was I at the door listening?
To your frantic Latin
To a stone cold miracle
Pa-da-da-da-pa-da-da
Pa-da-da-da
Pa-da-da-da-da-da
Baby, I've been stacking cups
Over and under, I raised the stakes
Saw the sun come up rearranging cups
In and out of the kitchen hands full of plates
Hands full of plates
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Joseph O'neil Riley, Alaina Joy Riley
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