Ghosts - Robin Trower

Could not say that I’m haunted

But 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