Losing touch

The Killers- Losing Touch

Console me in my darkest hour
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away

I ain't in no hurry
You go run and tell your
friends I´m losing touch.
Fill their heads with rumors of I´mpending doom
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

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 Roman vagabond, yeah

I heard you from the wishing well in the city
Console me in my darkest hour
Then 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 rumors
I´mpending doom, it must be true

But you made your way back home
You sold your soul like a Roman vagabond
And about how you got lost,
But you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul
And the legions stand alone

I´m losing touch


(Rendo-me aos assassinos!!!)