Hands of Light

White wings drift through the night

We listen to pale blue light

Tiptoe where the world is thin

Let the evening air come in

Quietly we move as wind

Before the arrival of the sun

We feel the spark

Dance after dark

We feel the spark

Dance, after dark

Fingertips reach for the glow

Watching how the currents flow

Weightless as a summer bird

Speaking without saying a word

Quietly we move as one

Before the arrival of the sun

Wait for the spark

Dance after dark

Wait for the spark

Dance at the dark

Feet won't touch the floor tonight

Guided by the silver light

Losing track of where we are

Floating past the farthest star

Quietly we move as one

Before the arrival of the sun

Wait for the spark

Dance after dark

Wait for the spark

Dancе after dark