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