Ghosts歌词

If you listen just right you can almost hear it
The symphony of secrecy life and fear
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghost
That true love sheds
We all are running our very own races
Set upon the most dangerous of places
Are through it all
We are left with a void in our chests
We're aching to fill
The doves come to gather our every need
They lift them up to heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak
God will you help us understand the meaning of it all
Will you send your angels down to us at our every call
Sometimes it seems the world is passing us
Faster than my eyes can adjust
I can't decide if I'm living or I'm dying
So I test your love and I test your love
I test your love
The doves come to gather our every need
They lift them up to heaven
Through us now
The doves come to gather our every need
They lift them up to heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghosts
That true love sheds