Losing Touch
The Killers(殺手樂團) 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 doomIt 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 rumors
Impending doom, it must be true
But you made your way back home
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 The Killers' song Losing Touch are open to multiple interpretations, but at its core, the song seems to be about the desperation for connection and understanding during one's darkest moments. The first verse speaks of seeking comfort and respite from the darkness, from someone who could offer a momentary distraction - "Console me in my darkest hour / Caress me in your velvet chair / Conceal me from the ghost you cast away." Here, the singer seeks a safe space as he is haunted by ghosts from his past.
Yet, his desperation for connection is met with the harsh undertones of judgment and misunderstanding. The singer fears that his efforts to seek comfort and console would be met with ridicule and criticism - "Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom / It must be true." Even as he seeks solace, he worries about how his actions are perceived by others.
The chorus then repeats the phrase "I'm in no hurry, you go run / And tell your friends I'm losing touch" - a sentiment that seems to imply a frustrated resignation towards his plight. He is so desperate for someone to understand him, yet he has already given up on trying to convince them. The song ends on a somewhat hopeful, yet still ambiguous note - "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 singer has perhaps found some sort of redemption or reconciliation, but still feels disconnected from the world around him.
Overall, Losing Touch is a song that speaks to a deep sense of alienation and longing. It's easy to imagine the singer as a person who feels like an outsider in the world, even as he tries to find connection and meaning.
Line by Line Meaning
Console me in my darkest hour
Give me comfort at the time when I'm saddest and anxious
Could this be that the truth is always gray
Perhaps the truth is not always black and white, but a blur between both
Caress me in your velvet chair
Hold me tenderly in your soft chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
Protect me from the memories that haunt you
I'm in no hurry, you go run
Don't worry about me, you can go ahead and leave
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Spread rumors to your friends that I'm losing my sanity
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
Make them feel scared about the supposed negative outcome
It must be true
It is believed to be true since they've heard it from you
And tell me that you'll always hear my cries
Promise me that you'll always listen to me whenever I need you
I wonder what you got conspired
I'm curious about what secret plan or plot you have made
I'm sure it was the consolation prize
It wasn't your first or best choice, but you chose it out of desperation
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Tell stories about me, and people start to exaggerate or make up their own versions
Of how you got lost
Of a time you left the path or lost your direction
But you made your way back home
You eventually found your way back to where you belong
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah
You made a deal and gave up something valuable for something else
I heard you found a wishing well, in the city
I heard that you stumbled upon a magical fountain where people make wishes
And you throw me down
You cast me aside without any regard for my feelings or well-being
Fill your crown with rumors
Let whispers of gossip and hearsay surround you, like a crown
Impending doom, it must be true
The idea of a negative fate looms over you, and it seems likely to happen
But you made your way back home
Despite your struggles, you returned to your roots and where you're from
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
You traded your morals and loyalty for something that's no longer relevant or important
I'm losing touch
I'm becoming disconnected or detached from reality or my surroundings
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, MARK AUGUST STOERMER, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI
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