Verse A#m Fm
You’re here with me for the moment
A#m Fm
But I know you’re going back
G# F#
You have a brown leather suitcase
G# F#
You didn’t bother to unpack
A#m Fm
I’ve been tying my shoes together
A#m Fm
Then I’ve been trying to walk away
G# F#
I was a junkie all summer
G# F#
But autumn’s here any day
F
Now
[Chorus]
F# D#m A#m Fm
How much, how much it feels like, we are losing for the moment
F# D#m A#m Fm
How much, how much it feels like, we are losers on the verge of something great
[Verse 2]
A#m Fm
The stars are directing the future
A#m Fm
What they’rе tuning into I can’t say
G# F#
But I want the universe to lovе me
G# F#
I’m writing songs every day
A#m Fm
There’s a girl singing into a hairbrush
A#m Fm
There’s a mob boss in every man
G# F#
I wish I could sing "tralala"
G# F#
The way Paolo Conte can
F
Right
[Chorus]
F# D#m A#m Fm
How much, how much it feels like, we are losing for the moment
F# D#m A#m Fm
How much, how much it feels like, we are losers on the verge of something great