Losing Touch

歌詞

Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always gray 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 losin' touch Fill their heads with rumors of impending 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 losin' 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 roamin' vagabond, yeah I heard you found a wishing well In the city Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) Then you throw me down I ain't in no hurry You go run and tell your friends I'm losin' touch Fill your crown with rumors Impending doom, it must be true But you made your way back home You sold your soul like a roamin' vagabond Hearing about how you got lost, but you made your way back home You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone (and gone) I'm losing touch