Losing Touch

Am
Console me in my darkest hour
 Dm
Convince that the truth is always 
gray
 Am
Caress me in your velvet chair
 Dm
Conceal me from the ghost you cast 
away

 F         C            G
I'm in no hurry, you go run
               Am               
And tell your friends I'm losing 
  F
touch
                         C     
Fill their heads with rumors of 
           G
impending doom
            Am
It must be true

 Am
Console me in my darkest hour
 Dm
And tell me that you'll always hear 
my cries
 Am
I wonder what you got conspired
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 Dm
I'm sure it was the consolation 
prize

 F          C            G
I'm in no hurry, you go run
                Am              
And tell your friends I'm losing 
  F
touch
                       C        
Fill the night with stories, the 
         G
legend grows

               C G
Of how you got lost
         Dm       Am           F
But you made your way back home
              C  G          Dm
You sold your soul, like a roman 
    Am
vagabond

 Am
I heard you found a wishing well
 Dm
In the city
 Am
Console me in my darkest hour (in my
 darkest hour)
 Dm
And you throw me down

 F          C           G
I'm in no hurry, you go run
                Am              
And tell your friends I'm losing 
  F
touch
                       C
Fill your crown with rumors
           G              Am
Impending doom, it must be true

C  G       Dm       Am           F
   But you made your way back home
              C  G          Dm   
You sold your soul, like a roman 
Am      F
vagabond
                         C  G     
And all that now you got lost, but
     Dm       Am        F
 you made your way back home
                       C  G   
You went and sold your soul, an 
   Dm       Am          F
allegiance dead and gone
            C G  Dm  Am  F
I'm losing touch