Текст Robin Trower – Ghosts

Getting close to midnight
?
Could not say that I’m haunted
But ?

Like a cold wind blowing through me
Ghosts from a killer’s past
Won’t let me be

Tried to move it, push it out
Same old thoughts pull me back
Then come seeds, seeds of doubt
Like a mist drifting down the track

There’s a cold wind blowin’ through me
Ghosts from a killer’s past
Won’t let me be

Think I’m gonna have to rise up
Don’t let the phantom play this game
Keep up my guard and toughen up
But I need to take some of the pain

Like a cold wind blowin’ through me
Ghosts from a killer’s past
Won’t let me be