If you listen just ri^Emght^D, you can almost hear it^{Am D} The symphony of secre^Emcy,^D life, and fear ^{A D}

^EmLike a moth to the flame we become help^Bless ^D To the beauti^Amful ghost ^D That true^B love sheds.

We all are running ^Emour very o^Dwn races, ^{A D} Set out upon the ^Emmos^Dt dangerous of places. ^{A D} Are thr^Emough it all, We are left with a v^Doid in our chests, ^A We're aching to fill ^D

The dove^Ds come to ^Dgather our ev^Emery need, ^B They lift^D them up to He^Daven ^{Em B}Through the mouths from which we speak. ^{Em D}

^EmGod ^Dwill you help us understa^Amnd the meaning of it all? ^{D Em} Will you send y^Dour angels down to us at our e^Avery call? ^{D Em} Sometimes it seems the w^Borld is passing us ^{D D Em}Faster than my eyes can^B adjust.

I can't decide i^Emf I'^Dm living or I'm dyi^Ang, ^D So I tes^Emt your love and I test your lo^Dve, I ^Atest your love. ^D

The dove^Ds come to ^Dgather our ev^Emery need, ^B They lift^D them up to He^Daven ^{Em B}Through us now.... The dove^Ds come to ^Dgather our ev^Emery need, ^B They lift^D them up to He^Daven ^{Em B}Through the mouths from which we speak. ^{Em D Em}

^EmLike a moth to the flame we become help^Bless ^D To the beauti^Aful ghost ^D That true^B love sheds.