Ain't no feeling high enough

In the valley of angels
with the rivers of poets -
that's where I wanna meet
you, baby.

And in the garden of roses
with so many choices,
I would always pick
you, baby.

Because you are my soul,
you are my journey and goal.
So I guess, I gotta hurry up, baby.

Just one taste of your perfume
takes me right to the moon
and from there I wanna
pick flowers for you, baby.

And the taste of your lips -
my deadliest kiss,
but I would
fight for it, baby.

Because in the valley of angels
with the rivers of poets -
that's where I wanna meet
you, baby.