Losers

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-