The Killers - Losing Touch

^G#miConsole me in my darkest hour, ^C#convince me that the truth is always grey. ^G#miCaress me in your velvet chair, ^C#conceal me from the ghost you cast away.

^EI ain't in no ^Bhurry, you go ^F#run and tell your ^G#mifriends I'm ^F#losing touch. ^EFill their heads with ^Brumours of impending ^F#doom it must be true. G#mi, C#

^G#miConsole me in my darkest hour, ^C#and tell me that you always hear my cries. ^G#miI wonder what you got conspired, ^C#I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.

^EI ain't in no ^Bhurry, you go ^F#run and tell your ^G#mifriends I'm ^F#losing touch. ^EFill the night with ^Bstories, the legend ^F#grows, of how you got ^Blost, ^F#but you ^C#mmade your ^G#miway back ^Ehome. You sold your ^Bsoul, ^F#like a ^C#mroaming ^G#mivagabond, ^Eyeah!

^G#miI heard you found a wishing well, in the city. Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.

^EI ain't in no ^Bhurry, you go ^F#run and tell your ^G#mifriends I'm ^F#losing touch. ^EFill your crown with ^Brumours.^{F# F#7}Impending ^Edoom ^H, ^F#it must be ^G#mitrue. E, H, F#, F#

^H, ^F#But you ^C#mmade your ^G#miway back ^Ehome. You sold your ^Bsoul, ^F#like a ^C#mroaming ^G#mivaga ^Ebond. And about how you got ^Blost, ^F#but you ^C#mmade your ^G#miway back ^Ehome. You went and sold your ^Bsoul, ^F#an alle^C#mgiance ^G#midead and ^Egone. I'm losing touch. H, F#, C#mi, G#mi, E, …