Losing Touch

Tom: G#m
Intro: E  B  F#  G#m  E  B  F#  G#m  C#m  G#m  C#m

 G#m
Console me in my darkest hour
 C#m
Convince that the truth is always gray
 G#m
Caress me in your velvet chair
 C#m
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away

 E         B            F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
               G#m                 E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
                         B                F#
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
            G#m
It must be true

 G#m
Console me in my darkest hour
 C#m
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
 G#m
I wonder what you got conspired
 C#m
I'm sure it was the consolation prize

 E          B            F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
                G#m                E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch 
                       B                 F#
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows

               B5 F#5
Of how you got lost
         G#5       E           F#5
But you made your way back home
              B5 F#5         G#5     E
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond 

 G#m
I heard you found a wishing well
 C#m
In the city
 G#m
Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)
 C#m
And you throw me down

 E          B           F#
I'm in no hurry, you go run
                G#m                E
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
                       B
Fill your crown with rumors
           F#              G#m
Impending doom, it must be true

B5 F#5      G#5       E           F#5
   But you made your way back home
              B5 F#5         G#5    E      F#5
You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond
                         B5 F#5         G#5       E        F#5
And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
                       B5 F#5     G#5       E          F#5
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
            B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5 B5 F#5 G#5 E F#5
I'm losing touch