David Gilmour - Murder

^FSome of them standing, some were ^Cmwaiting in^F line ^FAs if there was something that they ^Cmthought they might ^Esfind ^CmTaking some strength from the ^Bfeelings that ^Falways were ^Cmshared ^CmAnd in the background, the ^Feyes that just ^Bstared

^FWhat was it brought you out ^Cmhere in the ^Fdark ^FWas it your only way of ^Cmmaking your ^Esmark ^CmDid you get rid of all the ^Bvoices ^Fin your ^Cmhead ^CmDo you now miss them and the ^Fthings that they ^Bsaid

^GOn your own admission you ^Dmraised up the ^Gknife ^GAnd you brought it down ending ^Dmanother man's ^Flife ^DmWhen it was done you just ^Cthrew ^Gdown the ^Dmblade ^DmWhile the red blood spread wider like the ^Ganger you ^Cmade

I^G don't want this anger that's ^Dmburning in ^Gme ^GIt's something from which it's so ^Dmhard to be ^Ffree But ^Dmnone of the tears that we ^Ccry in ^Gsorrow or ^Dmrage Can ^Dmmake any difference, or turn ^Gback the ^Cpage

^G, ^Dmi, ^G, ^G, ^Dmi, ^F, ^Dmi, ^C, ^G, ^Dmi, ^Dmi, ^G, ^C ............