Biography:
Phildel is an up-and-coming musician from London.
Phildel is a compound name - made up of her two parents' names: Philip and Della. Her father is Hong Kong Chinese and her mother is Irish. Despite being off to a good start, at the age of 8, Phildel's life spiraled into what can only be described as a Dickensian-style story. Her mother married a religious fundamentalist. Her name/religion/lifestyle/dress-code were changed by force,, all of her possessions seized and music became a forbidden evil within the household.
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Capo 3
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am F C
You were glass, I was ice,
G Am F C
So we built a snow-globe of our lives.
G Am
Winter remained at the door.
F C
Over time, needing love,
G Am F
It’s not enough to keep you holding on
C G
For more.
Am F C
Boy, you are nothing more than a ghost to me,
G
Ghost to me,
Am F C G
Presence I feel occasionally.
Am F C
Love me and keep me happy with empty space,
G
Empty space.
Am F C G
Memories of winter fill your place…
Am F
Remember the first time you saw me:
Am F C
I swear the classroom was empty before I
G
Caught your eye.
Am F
And it was a good day for kiss-chase
Am F C
The ground was dry but I still tripped on my lace.
G
Closed my eyes
Am F C G
The things you say, the things you do,
Am F C G
They slip away and fade from you.
Am F C
Boy, you are nothing more than a ghost to me,
G
Ghost to me,
Am F C G
Presence I feel occasionally.
Am F C
Love me and keep me happy with empty space,
G
Empty space.
Am F C G
Memories of winter fill your place…
Am F C
Seems like dreams are hard to see through.
G
I saw the best in you,
Am F C
Seems like I’m just wasting my time.
G Am
Where should we draw the line?
F C
You haunt me, ghost,
G Am
You’re the one that I love most,
F C
And it’s hard to care
G Am F C G
When you’re not really there,
Am F C G
there…
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am F C
You were glass, I was ice,
G Am F C
So we built a snow-globe of our lives.
G Am
Winter remained at the door.
F C
Over time, needing love,
G Am F
It’s not enough to keep you holding on
C G
For more.
Am F C
Boy, you are nothing more than a ghost to me,
G
Ghost to me,
Am F C G
Presence I feel occasionally.
Am F C
Love me and keep me happy with empty space,
G
Empty space.
Am F C G
Memories of winter fill your place…
Am F
Remember the first time you saw me:
Am F C
I swear the classroom was empty before I
G
Caught your eye.
Am F
And it was a good day for kiss-chase
Am F C
The ground was dry but I still tripped on my lace.
G
Closed my eyes
Am F C G
The things you say, the things you do,
Am F C G
They slip away and fade from you.
Am F C
Boy, you are nothing more than a ghost to me,
G
Ghost to me,
Am F C G
Presence I feel occasionally.
Am F C
Love me and keep me happy with empty space,
G
Empty space.
Am F C G
Memories of winter fill your place…
Am F C
Seems like dreams are hard to see through.
G
I saw the best in you,
Am F C
Seems like I’m just wasting my time.
G Am
Where should we draw the line?
F C
You haunt me, ghost,
G Am
You’re the one that I love most,
F C
And it’s hard to care
G Am F C G
When you’re not really there,
Am F C G
there…
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am
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