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
DD/F#
That's how it catches you from falling
GD
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
GD
And better times are coming still
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.