Sleeping at Last – Ghosts (Guitar)

                     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

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.