David Gilmour - Yes i have ghosts

The ^Gheat of the sun stayed ^Dm7on through the night Made ^Fspecters of strangers playing ^Emgames with my sight I ^Gpassed through the station, a ^Dm7face in the crowd The w^Fhistle was blowing, the ^Embarrier came down ^GThere was my baby, in a^Dm7nother's embrace I ^Fcalled out her name in ^Cshame and disgrace

^AmYes, i have g^Ghosts, not ^Fall of them dead Making ^Amdust of my ^Gdreams Spinning ^Fround and a^Emround Around in my ^Dhead

^GTrain on the tracks, ^Dm7teeth of the zip The s^Flider moves down, we were ^Emjoined at the hip ^GStealing the groove, the ^Dm7widening gap Un^Ffastening rails from a ^Cpast with no map

^AmYes, i have g^Ghosts, a f^Fleeting sight It's ^Amalways the ^Gliving That are ^Fhaunting my ^Emnights ^D

^GWhere is the sweet soul that ^Dm7you used to be ^FGone like a thistle that's ^Emblown on the breeze I ^Gguess when it's over, this ^Dm7haunting will end The ^Fwaiting, the baiting, my ^Ckiller, my friend

^AmYes, i have g^Ghosts, not ^Fall of them dead And they ^Amdance by the ^Gmoon Millstones ^Fwhite as the ^Emsheet, on my ^Dbed