Losing Touch

Console me in the darkest hour

Convince me that the truth is always gray

Caress me in your velvet chair

Conceal me from the ghost you cast away

I ain't 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 the 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 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 the 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 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 Roman vagabond

And about how 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