The Killers - Losing Touch: chords

G#m
Console me in my darkest hour,
C#                                   G#m
convince me that the truth is always grey.
Caress me in your velvet chair,
C#                                   E
conceal me from the ghost you cast away.

Chorus:
               B
I ain't in no hurry,
        F#                 G#m               E
you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                       B                    F#
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom -
           G#m
it must be true.

Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always hear my cries
I wonder what you've got conspired
I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize

Chorus:
I ain't in no hurry
You go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul
Like a roamin' vagabond, yeah

I heard you found a wishing well in the city
Console me in my darkest hour
Then you throw me down

Chorus:
I ain't in no hurry
You go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill your crown with rumors
Impending doom, it must be true

But you made your way back home
You sold your soul like a roamin' vagabond
And about how you got lost
But you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul
An allegiance dead and gone
I'm losing touch