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Losing Touch
The Killers
7 December 2008
Standard tuning - E A D G B E
Intro:
E B F# G#m
E B F# F#
G#m G#m C# C#
G#m G#m C# C#
Verse 1:
G#m G#m C# C# G#m
Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey.
G#m C# C# E
Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
Chorus 1:
B F# G#m (F#) E
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
B F# F# G#m
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
G#m C# C#
Verse 2:
G#m C# C# G#m
Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries.
G#m C# C# E
I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
Chorus 2:
B F# G#m (F#) E
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
B F# F#7
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
of how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E F#
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Middle Eight:
G#m G#m G#m G#m
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
G#m G#m G#m G#m E
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
Chorus 3:
B F# G#m (F#) E
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
B F# F#7
Fill your crown with rumours.
E B F# G#m
Impending doom - it must be true.
E B F# F#
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
But you made your way back home.
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond.
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
Outro:
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
I'm losing touch.
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
B (F#) C#m (G#m) E E
B
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
Losing Touch
The Killers
7 December 2008
Optional dropped tuning - Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Intro:
F C G Am
F C G G
Am Am D D
Am Am D D
Verse 1:
Am Am D D Am
Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey.
Am D D F
Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away.
Chorus 1:
C G Am (G) F
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
C G G Am
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.
Fill:
Am D D
Verse 2:
Am D D Am
Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries.
Am D D F
I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.
Chorus 2:
C G Am (G) F
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
C G G7
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
of how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
C (G) Dm (Am) F G
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah!
Middle Eight:
Am Am Am Am
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city.
Am Am Am Am F
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down.
Chorus 3:
C G Am (G) F
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
C G G7
Fill your crown with rumours.
F C G Am
Impending doom - it must be true.
F C G G
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
But you made your way back home.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone.
Outro:
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
I'm losing touch.
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C (G) Dm (Am) F F
C
NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
Chords in brackets fall mid-bar