The Secret

Hands reaching slowly for one another

From the far ends of the night
Shadow fingers walk the weekend
Following flat phantoms on the wall
I will follow in your footsteps

I will trail in the wake of your spell
Running down streets of folded stair steps
Something secret I want to tell

When you look
Do you see me?
When you look
Do you see me?

Do you see all I want to be for you

I will be crossing the whole desert
I will be sailing through the sand

Something between us is a promise
A little further
A little further is a promise land