Please scroll down for easy-chord version. Losing Touch The Killers Tabbed by rich-uk 7 December 2008 Standard tuning - E A D G B E Intro: E B F# Abm E B F# F# Abm Abm C# C# Abm Abm C# C# Verse 1: Abm Abm C# C# Abm Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey. Abm C# C# E Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away. Chorus 1: B F# Abm (F#) E I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. B F# F# Abm Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true. Fill: Abm C# C# Verse 2: Abm C# C# Abm Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries. Abm C# C# E I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize. Chorus 2: B F# Abm (F#) E I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. B F# F#7 Fill the night with stories, the legend grows, B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E of how you got lost, but you made your way back home. B (F#) C#m (Abm) E F# You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah! Middle Eight: Abm Abm Abm Abm I heard you found a wishing well, in the city. Abm Abm Abm Abm E Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down. Chorus 3: B F# Abm (F#) E I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. B F# F#7 Fill your crown with rumours. E B F# Abm Impending doom - it must be true. E B F# F# B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E But you made your way back home. B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond. B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home. B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone. Outro: B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E I'm losing touch. B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E B (F#) C#m (Abm) E E B NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar Chords in brackets fall mid-bar Losing Touch The Killers Tabbed by rich-uk 7 December 2008 Optional dropped tuning - Eb Ab C# F# Bb Eb Intro: F C G Am F C G G Am Am D D Am Am D D Verse 1: Am Am D D Am Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey. Am D D F Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away. Chorus 1: C G Am (G) F I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. C G G Am Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true. Fill: Am D D Verse 2: Am D D Am Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries. Am D D F I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize. Chorus 2: C G Am (G) F I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. C G G7 Fill the night with stories, the legend grows, C (G) Dm (Am) F F of how you got lost, but you made your way back home. C (G) Dm (Am) F G You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah! Middle Eight: Am Am Am Am I heard you found a wishing well, in the city. Am Am Am Am F Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down. Chorus 3: C G Am (G) F I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. C G G7 Fill your crown with rumours. F C G Am Impending doom - it must be true. F C G G C (G) Dm (Am) F F But you made your way back home. C (G) Dm (Am) F F You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond. C (G) Dm (Am) F F And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home. C (G) Dm (Am) F F You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone. Outro: C (G) Dm (Am) F F I'm losing touch. C (G) Dm (Am) F F C (G) Dm (Am) F F C (G) Dm (Am) F F C NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
