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 (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 promised land