When our eyes lock
every little thing stops
we danced this way a thousand times
a thousand ways
a thousand blinks
and yet it always feels anew
flowing and free

When our hands lock
every little thing is felt
we've touched this way
a thousand grips of passion
it always feels like
sweat and senselessness

Our tension, that exist
clear intentions, like lips about to kiss
with attention , I stand for you
without exception, I stan for you

I stan for you
in a thousand ways
I stan for you