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