THE KILLERS

LOSING TOUCH

Intro: E, B, F#, Abm, E, B, F#,  Abm, C#, Abm, C#



Abm
Console me in my darkest hour
F#                C#
Convince that the truth is always gray
 Abm
Caress me in your velvet chair
F#                  C#
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away

 E         B            F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
               Abm                 E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
                         B                F#
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
            Abm
It must be true

 Abm
Console me in my darkest hour
F#                       C#
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
 Abm
I wonder what you got conspired
F#                   C#
I'm sure it was the consolation prize

 E          B            F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
                Abm                E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch 
                       B                 F#
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows

               B5 F#5
Of how you got lost
         Ab5       E           F#5
But you made your way back home
              B5 F#5         Ab5     E
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond 

 Abm
I heard you found a wishing well
 C#
In the city
 Abm
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
 C#
And you throw me down

 E          B           F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
                Abm                E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
                       B
Fill your crown with rumors
           F#              Abm
Impending doom, it must be true

B5 F#5      Ab5       E           F#5
   But you made your way back home
              B5 F#5         Ab5    E      F#5
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond
                         B5 F#5         Ab5       E        F#5
And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
                       B5 F#5     Ab5       E          F#5
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
            B5 F#5 Ab5 E F#5 B5 F#5 Ab5 E F#5
I'm losing touch