Intro D A E F#m D A E E F#m F#m B B F#m F#m B B Verse 1 F#m F#m B B F#m Console me in my darkest hour, convince me that the truth is always grey. F#m B B D Caress me in your velvet chair, conceal me from the ghost you cast away. Chorus 1 A E F#m (E) D I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. A E E F#m Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true. Fill F#m B B Verse 2 F#m B B F#m Console me in my darkest hour, and tell me that you always hear my cries. F#m B B D I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize. Chorus 2 A E F#m (E) D I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. A E E7 Fill the night with stories, the legend grows, A (E) Bm (F#m) D D of how you got lost, but you made your way back home. A (E) Bm (F#m) D E You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond, yeah! Middle Eight F#m F#m F#m F#m I heard you found a wishing well, in the city. F#m F#m F#m F#m D Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour) and you throw me down. Chorus 3 A E F#m (E) D I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch. A E E7 Fill your crown with rumours. D A E F#m Impending doom - it must be true. D A E E A (E) Bm (F#m) D D But you made your way back home. A (E) Bm (F#m) D D You sold your soul, like a roaming vagabond. A (E) Bm (F#m) D D And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home. A (E) Bm (F#m) D D You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone. Outro A (E) Bm (F#m) D D (I'm losing touch) A (E) Bm (F#m) D D A (E) Bm (F#m) D D A (E) Bm (F#m) D D A
