Ghosts

Fmaj7 Am (X 2)

Fmaj7
At night there's ghosts that slip round the screen
Am
They're much too smart to think of the times
Fmaj7
When we swung from the trees
Am Fmaj7 \
You, me and my friends, the road so far below

Don't you feel this sometimes?

C
If God turned up today
Em Am
Could anybody think of anything clever to say?

I taught them but they're in their
Em
own idea of hell

Fmaj7
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
C
Getting rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind

Fmaj7
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
C
Getting rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind

Fmaj7
Newton, slipping something slyly into the drink
Am
Says Satan my boy
Fmaj7
I'm starting to think that there's better ways of making a mint
Am
coz my blood turns blue and my head is shrinking
Fmaj7
Einstein howling senseless trapped down in the hole
Am
He's all jumped up, turned to dust
Fmaj7
Coz he got nailed down some time ago
Am
now his thoughts are for nothing and its
Fmaj7 \
starting to show now

Don't you feel this sometimes?

C
If God turned up today
Em Am
Could anybody think of anything clever to say?

I taught them but they're in their
Em
own idea of hell

Fmaj7
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
C
Getting rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind

Fmaj7
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
C
Getting rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind yeah yeahhh

Fmaj7 Fmaj7 Am
Fmaj7 Fmaj7 Am

Fmaj7
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
C
Getting rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind

Fmaj7
Coz my memory
C
Yeah it tells me
Fmaj7 C
That I am not what I used to beeee
Fmaj7 C
I don’t know what I need, what I needed
Fmaj7
Coz my memory
C
Yeah it tells me
Fmaj7
That I am not what I used to be

Don't you feel me sometimes?