Losing Touch (The Killers)

E H F# Asmi E H F# F# Asmi C# Asmi C# Asmi 1. Console me in my darkest hour, C# convince me that the truth is always grey. Asmi Caress me in your velvet chair, C# conceal me from the ghost you cast away. E H F# R: I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your Asmi F# friends I'm losing touch. E H F# Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom it must be true. Asmi C# 2. Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries. I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize. E H F# R2:I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your Asmi F# friends I'm losing touch. E H F# Fill the night with stories, the legend grows, H F# C#mi Asmi E of how you got lost, but you made your way back home. H F# C#mi Asmi E You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah! Asmi I heard you found a wishing well, in the city. Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down. E H F# R3:I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your Asmi F# friends I'm losing touch. E H F# Fill your crown with rumours. F#7 E H F# Asmi Impending doom it must be true. E H F# F# H F# C#mi Asmi E But you made your way back home. H F# C#mi AsmiE You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond. H F# C#mi Asmi E And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home. H F# C#mi Asmi E You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone. I'm losing touch. H F# C#mi Asmi E