Losing Touch

The Killers2008年11月22日

歌詞

Losing Touch - The Killers (殺手樂團)

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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***