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If you listen just right, you can almost hear it
The symphony of secrecy, love and fear
(search for love, but finding fear)

Like a moth to a flame, we become helpless
To the beautiful ghosts
That true love sheds

We are all running our very own races
Set out upon the most dangerous of places
And through it all, we were 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 a flame, we become helpless
To the beautiful ghosts
That true love sheds

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