[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