"GHOSTS" BY SLEEPING AT LAST (Capo 3)

Intro: Am , F , Dm , F

                     Am F                       Dm                F
If you listen just right, you can almost hear it
                     Am F                 D             F
The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear

(the search for love, but finding fear)


Am                                     E                                   C
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
             Dm          F
To the beautiful ghost 
         E
That true love sheds.


                   Am        F               D        F
We all are running our very own races,
                 Am F                           D         F
Set out upon the most dangerous of places.
       Am
Are through it all,
                    F                                       D
We are left with a void in our chests,
                             F
We're aching to fill


        C         G            Am             E
The doves come to gather our every need,
         C             G       Am
They lift them up to Heaven
E                                           Am                    F
Through the mouths from which we speak.

Am  F                        Dm                         F                   Am
God will you help us understand the meaning of it all?
               F                             D                   F                   Am
Will you send your angels down to us at our every call?
                        E                         C     F
Sometimes it seems the world is passing us
Am                     E
Faster than my eyes can adjust.


                Am  F                  D        F
I can't decide if I'm living or I'm dying,
        Am                            F       
So I test your love and I test your love,
  D                     F
I test your love.


        C         G            Am             E
The doves come to gather our every need,
         C             G       Am
They lift them up to Heaven
E
Through us now....
        C         G            Am             E
The doves come to gather our every need,
         C             G       Am
They lift them up to Heaven
E                                           Am                    F      Am
Through the mouths from which we speak.


Am                                     E                                   C
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
             D             F
To the beautiful ghost 
         E
That true love sheds.