You′re here with me for the moment

But I know you're going back

You have a brown leather suitcaseYou didn′t bother to unpack

I've been tying my shoes together

Then i've been trying to walk away

I was a junkie all summer

But autumn′s here any day now

How much it feels like we are losing for the moment

How much it feels like we are losers on the verge of something great

The stars are directing the future

What they′re tuning into i can't say

But i want the universe to love me

I′m writing songs every day

There's a girl singing into a hairbrush

There′s a mob boss in every man

I wish I could sing tralala

The way Paolo Conte can

Right

How much it feels like we are losing for the moment

How much it feels like we are losers on the verge of something great

On the verge of something great

How much it feels like we are losing for the moment

How much it feels like we are losers on the verge of something great

On the verge of something great

We are losers on the verge of something great

On the verge of something great

On the verge of something-