Ghosts
Sleeping At LastVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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 out 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 ghost
That true love sheds.
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Readable chord sheet for Ghosts by Sleeping At Last
[Am] [F] [Dm] [F] If you listen just ri[Am]ght[F], you can almost hear it[Dm] [F] The symphony of secre[Am]cy,[F] life, and fear [D] [F] (the search for love, but finding fear) [Am]Like a moth to the flame we become help[E]less [C] To the beauti[Dm]ful ghost [F] That true[E] love sheds. We all are running [Am]our very o[F]wn races, [D] [F] Set out upon the [Am]mos[F]t dangerous of places. [D] [F] Are thr[Am]ough it all, We are left with a v[F]oid in our chests, [D] We're aching to fill [F] The dove[C]s come to [G]gather our ev[Am]ery need, [E] They lift[C] them up to He[G]aven [Am] [E]Through the mouths from which we speak. [Am] [F] [Am]God [F]will you help us understa[Dm]nd the meaning of it all? [F] [Am] Will you send y[F]our angels down to us at our e[D]very call? [F] [Am] Sometimes it seems the w[E]orld is passing us [C] [F] [Am]Faster than my eyes can[E] adjust. I can't decide i[Am]f I'[F]m living or I'm dyi[D]ng, [F] So I tes[Am]t your love and I test your lo[F]ve, I [D]test your love. [F] The dove[C]s come to [G]gather our ev[Am]ery need, [E] They lift[C] them up to He[G]aven [Am] [E]Through us now.... The dove[C]s come to [G]gather our ev[Am]ery need, [E] They lift[C] them up to He[G]aven [Am] [E]Through the mouths from which we speak. [Am] [F] [Am] [Am]Like a moth to the flame we become help[E]less [C] To the beauti[D]ful ghost [F] That true[E] love sheds.