Losing Touch
The KillersVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey.
Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
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.
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 roaming vagabond, yeah!
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.
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill your crown with rumours.
Impending doom - it must be true.
But you made your way back home.
You sold your soul, like a roaming 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.
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Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey.
Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
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.
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 roaming vagabond, yeah!
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.
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
Fill your crown with rumours.
Impending doom - it must be true.
But you made your way back home.
You sold your soul, like a roaming 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.
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
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Readable chord sheet for Losing Touch by The Killers
[E] [B] [F#] [Abm]
[E] [B] [F#] [F#]
[Abm] [Abm] [C#] [C#]
[Abm] [Abm] [C#] [C#]
[Abm] Console me in my [Abm]darkest hour, [C#] convince me that the [C#]truth is always [Abm]grey.
Caress me in your [Abm]velvet chair, [C#] conceal me from the [C#]ghost you cast aw[E]ay.
I ain't in no [B]hurry, you go [F#]run and tell your [Abm]friends I'm l[F#]osing to[E]uch.
Fill their heads with [B]rumours of impending [F#]doom [F#]- it must be [Abm]true.
Fill:
[Abm] [C#] [C#]
[Abm] Console me in my darkest hour, [C#] and tell me that you [C#]always hear my [Abm]cries.
I wonder what you [Abm]got conspired, [C#] I'm sure it dawns a [C#]consolation [E]prize.
I ain't in no [B]hurry, you go [F#]run and tell your [Abm]friends I'm l[F#]osing to[E]uch.
Fill the night with [B]stories, the legend [F#]grows, [F#7]
of how you got [B]lost, [F#] but you [C#m]made your w[Abm]ay back home.[E] [E]
You sold your [B]soul, [F#] like a [C#m]roaming v[Abm]agabond, [E] yeah! [F#]
[Abm] I heard you found a [Abm]wishing well, [Abm] in the cit[Abm]y.
[Abm] Console me in my [Abm]darkest hour (in my [Abm]darkest hour) [Abm] and you throw me [E]down.
I ain't in no [B]hurry, you go [F#]run and tell your [Abm]friends I'm l[F#]osing to[E]uch.
Fill your crown with [B]rumours. [F#] [F#7]
Impending [E]doom [B]- [F#] it must be [Abm]true.
[E] [B] [F#] [F#]
[B] [F#] But you [C#m]made your w[Abm]ay back home[E]. [E]
You sold your [B]soul, [F#] like a [C#m]roaming v[Abm]agabond. [E] [E]
And about how you got [B]lost, [F#] but you [C#m]made your w[Abm]ay back home[E]. [E]
You went and sold your [B]soul, [F#] an all[C#m]egiance d[Abm]ead and gone[E]. [E]
I'm losing [B]touch. [F#] [C#m] [Abm] [E] [E]
[B] [F#] [C#m] [Abm] [E] [E]
[B] [F#] [C#m] [Abm] [E] [E]
[B] [F#] [C#m] [Abm] [E] [E]
[B]
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Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
[F] [C] [G] [Am]
[F] [C] [G] [G]
[Am] [Am] [D] [D]
[Am] [Am] [D] [D]
[Am] Console me in my [Am]darkest hour, [D] convince me that the [D]truth is always [Am]grey.
Caress me in your [Am]velvet chair, [D] conceal me from the [D]ghost you cast aw[F]ay.
I ain't in no [C]hurry, you go [G]run and tell your [Am]friends I'm l[G]osing to[F]uch.
Fill their heads with [C]rumours of impending [G]doom [G]- it must be [Am]true.
Fill:
[Am] [D] [D]
[Am] Console me in my darkest hour, [D] and tell me that you [D]always hear my [Am]cries.
I wonder what you [Am]got conspired, [D] I'm sure it dawns a [D]consolation [F]prize.
I ain't in no [C]hurry, you go [G]run and tell your [Am]friends I'm l[G]osing to[F]uch.
Fill the night with [C]stories, the legend [G]grows, [G7]
of how you got [C]lost, [G] but you [Dm]made your w[Am]ay back home.[F] [F]
You sold your [C]soul, [G] like a [Dm]roaming v[Am]agabond, [F] yeah! [G]
[Am] I heard you found a [Am]wishing well, [Am] in the cit[Am]y.
[Am] Console me in my [Am]darkest hour (in my [Am]darkest hour) [Am] and you throw me [F]down.
I ain't in no [C]hurry, you go [G]run and tell your [Am]friends I'm l[G]osing to[F]uch.
Fill your crown with [C]rumours. [G] [G7]
Impending [F]doom [C]- [G] it must be [Am]true.
[F] [C] [G] [G]
[C] [G] But you [Dm]made your w[Am]ay back home[F]. [F]
You sold your [C]soul, [G] like a [Dm]roaming v[Am]agabond. [F] [F]
And about how you got [C]lost, [G] but you [Dm]made your w[Am]ay back home[F]. [F]
You went and sold your [C]soul, [G] an all[Dm]egiance d[Am]ead and gone[F]. [F]
I'm losing [C]touch. [G] [Dm] [Am] [F] [F]
[C] [G] [Dm] [Am] [F] [F]
[C] [G] [Dm] [Am] [F] [F]
[C] [G] [Dm] [Am] [F] [F]
[C]
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