Ab Ebm The heat of the sun stayed on through the nightGb Fm Made spectres of strangers playing games with my sightAb Ebm I passed through the station, a face in the crowdGb Fm The whistle was blowing, the barrier came downAb Ebm There was my baby, in another's embraceGb Fm I called out her name in shame and disgraceBbm Ab Gb Yes, I have ghosts, not all of them deadBbm Ab Gb Fm Making dust of my dreams, spinning round and aroundEbm Around in my headAb Ebm Train on the tracks, teeth of the zipGb Fm The slider moves down, we were joined at the hipAb Ebm Stealing the groove, the widening gapGb Fm Unfastening rails from a past with no mapBbm Ab Gb Yes, I have ghosts, a fleeting sightBbm Ab Gb Fm Ebm It's always the living that are haunting my nights( Bbm Ab Gb Bbm )( Ab Gb Fm Ebm )Ab Ebm Where is the sweet soul that you used to beGb Fm Gone like a thistle that's blown on the breezeAb Ebm I guess when it's over, this haunting will endGb Fm The waiting, the baiting, my killer, my friendBbm Ab Gb Yes, I have ghosts, not all of them deadBbm Ab Gb Fm And they dance by the moon, millstones white as the sheetEbm On my bed[Solo] Ab Ebm Gb FmBbm Ab Gb BbmAb Gb Fm EbmAb Ebm Gb FmAb Ebm Gb FmAb Ebm Gb Fm
Yes, I Have Ghosts
David Gilmour
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