Ghosts
Robin Trower
Getting close to midnight
Some call the witching hour
Could not say that I'm haunted
But feel uneasy, kinda down
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