Ghosts Songtext
von Sleeping At Last

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