Losing Touch
Ofln - The Killers 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 lyrics to Ofln - The Killers's song Losing Touch explore the theme of losing oneself and feeling disconnected from the world around you. In the chorus, the singer tells someone to run and tell their friends that they are losing touch, filling their heads with rumors of impending doom. The song is about feeling isolated and detached from those around you, and wondering if there is anyone who can truly console and understand you in your darkest moments.
The first verse speaks to the singer's sense of loneliness and desperation, as they ask someone to console them in their darkest hour. However, they also suggest that the truth is always gray, implying that there are no easy answers or simple solutions to their problems. In the second verse, the singer wonders what the person they are addressing has conspired, suggesting that they may feel betrayed or abandoned by this person.
The bridge of the song describes the person the singer is addressing as a Roman vagabond, someone who has sold their soul and is no longer loyal or dependable. The final chorus repeats the idea that the singer is losing touch and that rumors of impending doom are spreading, suggesting that this feeling of disconnection may be spreading throughout their community.
Overall, Losing Touch is a haunting and melancholic song that captures the feeling of being lost and alone. The lyrics are poetic and evocative, exploring complex themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the search for meaning and connection in a confusing and chaotic world.
Line by Line Meaning
Console me in my darkest hour
I need someone to comfort me during my worst times
Could this be that the truth is always gray
The reality is not always black and white, but filled with uncertainties
Caress me in your velvet chair
Please give me physical and emotional support
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
Shield me from the negative consequences or outcomes that you may have caused
I'm in no hurry, you go run
There's no rush, take your time
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Spread the news that I'm not doing well
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
Spread negative gossip about me to make me look even worse
It must be true
The rumors must be believed by others as the truth
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
Assure me that you'll always be there for me when I need someone to talk to
I wonder what you got conspired
I'm curious about what you planned or plotted behind my back
I'm sure it was the consolation prize
I believe you settled for a less desirable option or outcome
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Increase the number of rumors and false stories that exist about me
Of how you got lost
Exaggerate or create fake stories of how I messed up or lost my way
But you made your way back home
You managed to recover or return to a stable place
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah
You gave up your morals or integrity to achieve your goals
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city
I heard that you discovered an easy solution to your problems in the city
And you throw me down
You abandoned or betrayed me when I needed you the most
Fill your crown with rumors, impending doom, it must be true
Further spread lies and negative information about me, convincing yourself it's all true
And all that now you got lost, but you made your way back home
Even though you may have faced challenges and difficulties, you eventually returned back to your safe space
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
You betrayed your principles and loyalty, which has now disappeared
I'm losing touch
I'm emotionally and mentally disconnecting from others, possibly due to the negative rumors and situations around me
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, MARK AUGUST STOERMER, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI
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