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Sleeping at Last - Ghosts lyrics
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? 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. |
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