[Intro]
[C] [G] [D] [Em] [C] [G] [D] [D]
[Em] [Em] [A] [A] [Em] [Em] [A] [A]
[Verse1]
[Em]Console me in my d[Em]darkest hour, [A] convince me that the[A] truth is alway[Em]s grey.
Caress me in your [Em]velvet chair,[A] conceal me from th[A]e ghost you cast[C] away.
[Chorus1]
I ain't in no [G]hurry, you go [D]run and tell your[Em] friends I'[(D)]m losing[C] touch.
Fill their heads with [G]rumours of impending [D]doom[D]doom - it must b[Em]be true.
[Fill]
[Em] [A] [A]
[Verse2]
[Em] Console me in my darkest hour,[A]hour, and tell me that yo[A]you always hear [Em]my cries.
I wonder what you [Em]got conspired,[A]conspired, I'm sure it dawns [A]a consolati[C]consolation prize.
[Chorus2]
I ain't in no [G]hurry, you go [D]run and tell your[Em] friends I'[(D)]m losing[C] touch.
Fill the night with [G]stories, the legend [D]grows,[D7]grows,
of how you got [G]lost, [(D)] but you[Am] made you[(Em)]r way back ho[C]me. [C]
You sold your [G]soul, [(D)] like a[Am] roamin[(Em)]g vagabon[C]d, yeah! [D]
[Middleeight]
[Em]I heard you found a w[Em]wishing well, [Em] in the ci[Em]city.
[Em]Console me in my d[Em]darkest hour (in my [Em]darkest hour)[Em] and you throw m[C]e down.
[Chorus3]
I ain't in no [G]hurry, you go [D]run and tell your[Em] friends I'[(D)]m losing[C] touch.
Fill your crown with [G]rumours. [D] [D7]
Impending [C]doom [G]- [D] it must be[Em]be true.
[C] [G] [D] [D]
[G] [(D)] But you[Am] made you[(Em)]r way back h[C]ome. [C]
You sold your [G]soul, [(D)] like a[Am] roamin[(Em)]g vagabon[C]d. [C]
And about how you got [G]lost, [(D)] but you[Am] made you[(Em)]r way back h[C]ome. [C]
You went and sold your [G]soul, [(D)] an al[Am]legianc[(Em)]e dead and g[C]one. [C]
