Losers

[Verse 1] You’re here with me for the moment But I know you’re going back You have a brown leather suitcase You 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 [Chorus] How much, how much it feels like, we are losing for the moment How much, how much it feels like, we are losers on the verge of something great [Verse 2] The stars are directing the future What they’rе tuning into I can’t say But I want the universe to lovе 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 [Chorus] How much, how much it feels like, we are losing for the moment How much, how much it feels like, we are losers on the verge of something great [Bridge] Pa-pa-pam Pa-pa-pam Pa-pa-pam Pa-pa-pam Pa-pa-pam Pa-pa-pam On the verge of something great [Outro] (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) How much, how much it feels like, we are losing for the moment (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) How much, how much it feels like, we are losers on the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) On the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) We are losers on the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) On the verge of something great (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) (Pa-pa-pam) On the verge of something great