Hand As My Arrow

This side of you is different
You think it's strange
Such a sudden change
Nervous like a flower who doubts the spring
A life it's often dreamed
With a promise of a promise
Thunder and lightning
Soft as the rain
There's a world to gain
With your hand as my arrow
Under the glass ceiling
I see right through
The sky and back to you
With your hand as my arrow
A natural force
It finds me right on course
With a promise of a promise
Thunder and lightning
Soft as the rain
There's a world to gain