The city’s pulse below, just a quiet, lonely beat.
Stepped off the elevator, shook the weight off my tired feet.
My soft comfort, your hard line,
tore the armor down to the floor.
Left the static management outside the sanctuary door.
I watched the candle flicker, my tiny, sacred sun,
Knowing every battle I fought down there was already won.
'Cause you look at the ruin where my ego takes the final fall,
And whisper, "This is your hour, take the lead, stand tall."

And the contract is complex, yeah, we don’t drink the same water.
Separate showers, that line protects the soul’s altar.
But the floor is wide open, the embrace starts to burn.
We find the rhythm, that hidden trust we had to learn.
Truth is the weapon when the music takes control.

Yo, the pulse on my wrist is hitting your syncopation.
This ain’t just heat, baby, it’s pure spiritual elevation.
Your face is the only clear orbit I need.
Time is irrelevant, let the pivot plant the deep seed.
Every slow 'ocho' is a vow between us.
We make this complicated dance look vicious, sacred, and felonous.

Ruth sets the altar, Scotch and the smoke, a hazy crown.
And now the parquet is the only territory we claim as our own.
We move in that space where the knowing is flesh and raw,
The liquor is the river, and we survive the emotional flaw.
You see the shaky parts, the doubt, the fear, the fatigue.
And in that perfect moment, you pull me through the whole intrigue.
You say, "Trust the movement," and I finally believe,
This contract sealed by the steps we conceive.

This ain’t a fairytale, this ain’t built for the screen.
It’s a powerful, temporary moment where our honesty is clean.
But I can’t go back, I’m fixed in the close embrace, I can’t quit.
Tethered to the star you are, defying the fear of death.
My hand rests, covenant in the perfect, silent pause.
A promise whispered low to silence the voices in my head.

Just dance.
You are the sweetest liberation I found.
We lift the glass, "To the contract, to the ground."
Just us.
Forever.

Let's Ride

The Game