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 you spell
Running down streets and folded stairsteps
Something secret I wanna 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