The Killers - Losing touch

C^G#monsole me in my darkest hour C^C#monvince that the truth is always gray C^G#maress me in your velvet chair C^C#monceal me from the ghost you cast away

I^E'm in no h^Burry, you go ^F#run And tell your f^G#mriends I'm losing to^Euch Fill their heads with rum^Bors of impending ^F#doom It must be t^G#mrue

C^G#monsole me in my darkest hour A^C#mnd tell me that you'll always hear my cries I^G#m wonder what you got conspired I^C#m'm sure it was the consolation prize

I^E'm in no hu^Brry, you go r^F#un And tell your fr^G#miends I'm losing to^Euch Fill the night with sto^Bries, the legend g^F#rows

Of how you got ^B5los^F#5t But you m^G#5ade your w^Eay back home^F#5 You sold your ^B5sou^F#5l, like a ro^G#5aming va^Egabond

I^G#m heard you found a wishing well I^C#mn the city C^G#monsole me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) A^C#mnd you throw me down

I^E'm in no hu^Brry, you go ^F#run And tell your fr^G#miends I'm losing to^Euch Fill your crown with ru^Bmors Impending d^F#oom, it must be ^G#mtrue

^{B5 F#5}But you m^G#5ade your w^Eay back home^F#5 You sold your ^B5sou^F#5l, like a ro^G#5aming v^Eagabond^F#5 And all that now you got ^B5los^F#5t, but you m^G#5ade your w^Eay back h^F#5ome You went and sold your ^B5sou^F#5l, an al^G#5legiance d^Eead and gon^F#5e I'm losing t^B5ouc^F#5h ^{G#5 E F#5 B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5}