The Killers - Losing touch

^A5Console me in my darkest hour ^D5Convince me that the truth is always gray ^A5Caress me in your velvet chair ^D5Conceal me from the ghost you cast a^Fway

I'm aint in no hurr^Cy, you go r^Gun And tell your frien^Amds I'm losing touch^F Fill their heads with ru^Cmors of impending doom ^G

^A5Console me in my darkest hour ^D5and tell me that you always hear my cries ^A5I wonder what you got conspired ^D5I'm sure it was the consolation prize

^FI'm aint in no hur^Cry, you go ru^Gn And tell your frie^Amnds I'm losing touch^F Fill the night with sto^Cries, the legend gro^Gws Of how you got lo^Cst^G But you^Dm made your^Am way back ho^Fadd9me You sold your s^Cou^Gl, like a ro^Dmman v^Amagabond^Fadd9, yeah ^{Am G Am}

^AmI heard you found a wishing well In the city

And you throw me dow^Fadd9n I'm in no hu^Crry, you go ru^Gn And tell your fr^Amiends I'm losing touc^Fh Fill your crown with ru^Cmors ^{G G7} Impending doo^Fadd9m, ^{C G} it must be ^Amtrue

^{C G} But you ma^Dmde your wa^Amy back ho^Fadd9me You sold your s^Cou^Gl, like a ro^Dmman vag^Amabond^Fadd9 And about how you got ^Clo^Gst, but you m^Dmade your w^Amay back ho^Fadd9me You went and sold your ^Cso^Gul, an all^Dmegiance d^Amead and gon^Fadd9e

^Cen^Gd ^Dmon ^AmC ^Fadd9