Текст песни Ghosts

If you listen just right, you can almost hear it

The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear

(the search for love, but finding 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?
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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.