Losing Touch
The Killers
Console me in my darkest hour Convince that the truth is always gray 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 rumors 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 roaming vagabond 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 rumors Impending doom it must be true But you made your way back home You sold your soul like a roaming 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 --//-- Não é exatamente como o Dave toca Eu só sei que na parte do "of how you got lost" ele toca (com certeza)
