Losing Touch
The Killers"Losing Touch" is a song by The Killers, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:23 long and contains 33 lines and 219 words.
Lyrics
0:34Console me in my darkest hour
0:38Could this be that the truth is always grey
0:42Caress me in your velvet chair
0:46Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
0:50I'm in no hurry' you go run
0:54And tell your friends I'm losing touch
0:58Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom
1:04It must be true
1:15Console me in my darkest hour
1:19And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
1:23I wonder what you got conspired
1:27I'm sure it was the consolation prize
1:31I'm in no hurry' you go run
1:35And tell your friends I'm losing touch
1:39Fill the night with stories' the legend grows
1:45Of how you got lost
1:48But you made your way back home
1:53You sold your soul' like a Roman vagabond yeah
2:04I heard you found a wishing well
2:08In the city
2:12Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
2:17And you throw me down
2:20I'm in no hurry' you go run
2:24And tell your friends I'm losing touch
2:28Fill your crown with rumours
2:34Impending doom' it must be true
2:53But you made your way back home
2:58You sold your soul' like a Roman vagabond
3:06And all that now you got lost'
3:09But you made your way back home
3:14You went and sold your soul'
3:17An allegiance dead and gone
3:23I'm losing touch
Console me in my darkest hour Could this be that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm 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 Console me in my darkest hour And tell me that you'll always hear my cries I wonder what you got conspired I'm sure it was the consolation prize I'm 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 found a wishing well In the city Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) And you throw me down I'm 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 Roman vagabond And all that now 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
Translation
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