Losing Touch
Killers The Lyrics
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Could this be 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
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 rumors
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
The Killers' song "Losing Touch" speaks of desperation and vulnerability, and the need for comfort in difficult times. The opening lines, "Console me in my darkest hour, could this be that the truth is always gray," suggest that the singer is in need of support during a tough time in their life. The line "the truth is always gray" could be taken to mean that there's no such thing as a definitive "truth" in situations like this – everything is uncertain and shades of grey. The metaphor of being "consoled" in a dark hour is a powerful one, evoking images of someone seeking comfort in a time of great distress.
The second verse, "I wonder what you got conspired, I'm sure it was the consolation prize," goes deeper into the theme of sadness and disappointment. The singer seems to believe that they have been left behind by someone they trusted, and that there was some sort of plan or conspiracy to hurt them. The phrase "consolation prize" is a poignant one, suggesting that the singer was always going to be the runner-up, never quite good enough to win.
The chorus is a plea for understanding: "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." It seems that the singer is resigned to the fact that they will be misunderstood, that their struggles will be seen as weakness or madness. The use of the phrase "impending doom" is striking and dramatic, adding an air of suspense to the song. In the end, the singer seems to accept their fate: "I'm losing touch." The repetition of this phrase gives a sense of finality – the singer is slipping away, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.
Line by Line Meaning
Console me in my darkest hour
Please be there for me and provide emotional support during my hardest times
Could this be that the truth is always gray
Perhaps the truth is ambiguous and not always black and white
Caress me in your velvet chair
Comfort me in a soothing manner
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
Shelter me from the negative consequences that you have caused
I'm in no hurry, you go run
I am not in a rush, you can leave and do what you want
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Spread rumors to others that I am not mentally stable
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
Make them believe that something terrible is going to happen soon
It must be true
They will unquestioningly accept these rumors as facts
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
Assure me that you will listen and respond to my emotional distress
I wonder what you got conspired
I am curious about what secret plan you have concocted
I'm sure it was the consolation prize
I suspect that whatever you have planned is of little value or benefit to me
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Spread even more rumors and exaggerations, making the situation seem even worse
Of how you got lost
Fabricate a story about how you experienced hardship and lost your way
But you made your way back home
Despite the hardships, you eventually returned to safety
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah
You made a deal or compromise your values for personal gain, like a wandering Roman mercenary
I heard you found a wishing well
I have heard that you came across an opportunity for good fortune or luck
And you throw me down
Despite knowing my vulnerabilities, you betray my trust and hurt me
Fill your crown with rumors
Spread more lies and exaggerations to feel powerful and superior to others
And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
Despite the mistakes and missteps, you eventually returned to safety
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
You made a deal or committed to an action that broke your loyalty and trustworthiness
I'm losing touch
I am becoming disconnected or emotionally unstable
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, MARK AUGUST STOERMER, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI
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