Losing Touch歌词

[ti:Losing Touch]
[ar:The Killers]
[al:Day And Age]
[00:-1.00]The Killers--Losing Touch
[00:33.59]Console me in my darkest hour
[00:37.69]Could this be that the truth is always grey
[00:41.86]Caress me in your velvet chair
[00:45.85]Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
[00:50.22]I’m in no hurry, you go run
[00:53.83]And tell your friends I’m losing touch
[00:57.83]Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
[01:04.12]It must be true
[01:14.48]Console me in my darkest hour
[01:18.69]And tell me that you’ll always hear my cries
[01:22.49]I wonder what you got conspired
[01:26.53]I’m sure it was the consolation prize
[01:30.85]I’m in no hurry, you go run
[01:34.52]And tell your friends I’m losing touch
[01:38.48]Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
[01:44.38]Of how you got lost
[01:47.68]But you made your way back home
[01:53.08]You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah
[02:03.18]I heard you found a wishing well
[02:07.76]In the city
[02:11.32]Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
[02:16.98]And you throw me down
[02:19.26]I’m in no hurry, you go run
[02:23.41]And tell your friends I’m losing touch
[02:27.39]Fill your crown with rumours
[02:33.72]Impending doom, it must be true
[02:52.85]But you made your way back home
[02:58.05]You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond
[03:05.66]And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
[03:13.85]You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
[03:22.43]I’m losing touch