Losing Touch
Ton : GbEnglish
ConsoleG#m me in my darkest hour
CoDbmnvince that the truth is always gray
CaG#mress me in your velvet chair
CoDbmnceal me from the ghost you cast away
I'Em in no huBrry you go rF#un
And tell your frG#miends I'm losing touEch
Fill their heads with rumoBrs of impending dF#oom
It must be trG#mue
CoG#mnsole me in my darkest hour
AnDbmd tell me that you'll always hear my cries
I G#mwonder what you got conspired
I'Dbmm sure it was the consolation prize
I'Em in no hurBry you go ruF#n
And tell your friG#mends I'm losing touEch
Fill the night with storBies the legend grF#ows
Of how you got lB5ost F#5
But you maG#5de your waEy back homeF#5
You sold your sB5oul lF#5ike a roamG#5ing vagaEbond
I G#mheard you found a wishing well
InDbm the city
CoG#mnsole me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
AnDbmd you throw me down
I'Em in no hurBry you go rF#un
And tell your friG#mends I'm losing touEch
Fill your crown with rumBors
Impending doF#om it must be tG#mrue
B5But yF#5ou madG#5e your wayE back home F#5
You sold your sB5oul lF#5ike a roamG#5ing vagEabond F#5
And all that now you got lB5ost bF#5ut you madG#5e your wayE back homF#5e
You went and sold your sB5oul aF#5n alleG#5giance deaEd and goneF#5
I'm losing toB5uch F#5 G#5 E F#5 B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5