Losing Touch

Console me in my darkest hour
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghosts 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
It must be true.

--- The Killers - Losing Touch ---

Needed some vector practice to get back into vectoring. I really loved how it turned out in the end. Spent around 10 hours on this.