David Gilmour - Murder

^FSome of them standing, some were w^Cmaiting in the ^Fline ^FAs if there was something that they ^Cmthought they might f^D#ind ^CmTaking some strength from the ^Gmfeelings that ^Falways were s^D#hared ^CmAnd in the background, the e^Fyes that just st^Bbared

^FWhat was it brought you out ^Cmhere in the d^Fark? ^FWas it your only way of ma^Cmking your m^D#ark ^CmDid you get rid of all the v^Gmoices ^Fin your h^D#ead? ^CmDo you now miss them and the t^Fhings that they ^Bbsaid?

^GOn your own admission you r^Dmaised up the k^Gnife ^GAnd you brought it down ending a^Dmnother man's ^Flife ^DmWhen it was done you just ^Cthrew ^Gdown the ^Fblade ^DmWhile the red blood spread wider like the ^Ganger you ^Cmade

^GI don't want this anger that's ^Dmburning in ^Gme ^GIt's something from which it's so ^Dmhard to be ^Ffree ^DmBut none of the tears that we ^Ccry in s^Gorrow or ^Frage ^DmCan make any difference, or turn ^Gback the p^Cage