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.