Lyrical Excitement

My comments in italics

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

Why must you speak to me that way? And I can see it in your eyes even when you don't talk. What makes me so contemptible?

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

I'm a big boy, and can make my own life choices.

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 sorry you lose sleep over this, but do I look like someone who will settle for anything but exactly what I want? And another thing: who defines the prize anyway?

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your friends I'm losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows

I'm flattered, but aren't there better things to worry about?

Of how you got lost
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond

Poetic, but a bit melodramatic.

I heard you found a wishing well
In the city
Console me 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

Why must it be true? I'm listening.

But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond

I'm not coming back. The chance of that happening is zero.

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

Perhaps you are. But I've found my way, and it is good.

Thanks to Brandon Flowers and The Killers