D
Specters move like pilot flames
G
Their widows toast at St. Angel
D
Better times collide with now
G
The tears were warm, I feel them still
D
Their heat to vapor and disperse
G
And cloud our eyes with weary glaze
D
You raise your glass and may exclaim,
G
"I'll put my hands on the truth by God"
D
But it's faster, love, than you and me
D/F#
Faster than the speed of gravity
D D/F#
That's how it catches you from falling
G D
And how it always, always, always slips away
D
Specters move like pilot flames
G
Their widows toast at St. Angel
D
Better times collide with now
Bm
And better times
G D
And better times are coming still
