The Killers - Losing touch

^AmConsole me in my darkest hour C^Dmonvince that the truth is always gray C^Amaress me in your velvet chair C^Dmonceal me from the ghost you cast away

I^F'm in no h^Curry, you go ^Grun And tell your f^Amriends I'm losing t^Fouch Fill their heads with rum^Cors of impending ^Gdoom It must be t^Amrue

C^Amonsole me in my darkest hour A^Dmnd tell me that you'll always hear my cries I^Am wonder what you got conspired I^Dm'm sure it was the consolation prize

I^F'm in no hu^Crry, you go r^Gun And tell your fr^Amiends I'm losing t^Fouch Fill the night with sto^Cries, the legend g^Grows

Of how you got ^Clo^Gst But you m^Dmade your ^Amway back home^F You sold your ^Csou^Gl, like a r^Dmoman v^Amagabon^Fd

I^Am heard you found a wishing well I^Dmn the city C^Amonsole me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) A^Dmnd you throw me down

I^F'm in no hu^Crry, you go ^Grun And tell your fr^Amiends I'm losing t^Fouch Fill your crown with ru^Cmors Impending d^Goom, it must be^Am true

^{C G}But you ^Dmmade your^Am way back hom^Fe You sold your ^Csou^Gl, like a r^Dmoman ^Amvagabond^F And all that now you got ^Clos^Gt, but you ^Dmmade your^Am way back ^Fhome You went and sold your ^Csou^Gl, an a^Dmllegiance^Am dead and go^Fne I'm losing t^Cou^Gch ^{Dm Am F}