Ghosts

If you listen just right, you can almost hear it
 A symphony of secrecy, love 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
 Through it all
 We are left with a void in our chests
 We're aching to fill
 And 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