A lyrical monologue about tentative romantic yearning. The speaker looks into a lover's eyes hoping the connection lasts, balancing excitement with caution as they contemplate falling in and being loved by night's end.
You look in my eyes and already hope this lasts. I'm trying hard not to jump, not to move too fast. Oh, we could go all in. We could be loved by the end of the night. Say you do. I like the way it feels to have you one lap after lap all over my mind. Yes, to work the details, side by side, and be your one way. Yeah, be your way. You look in my eyes and already hope this lasts. Trying hard not to jump, not to move too fast. Or it could go all the way. falling for you. Our time has come. Every song has been sung. When the fire's burning low, I still want you to know
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