Console me in my darkest hour   Convince me that the truth is always grey   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 rumours of impending doom   It must be true      Console me in my darkest hour   And tell me that you 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 rumours   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