Lyrics Losing Ground - Newton Faulkner

Losing Ground

Why are there always Rizzlers?
Why are there never Filters
In my cupboard?
I’m at the starting line
I’m jumping the gun this time
Oh I’ve got a feeling
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I’m losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I’m losing
Yes I’m losing
But I’m feeling fine
Why are they always leaving
And leaving my heart bleeding
I don’t need it
Come with me on a plane
We’re going on holiday and
I’ve got a feeling
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I’m losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I’m losing
Yes I’m losing
But I’m feeling fine
I’m on the firing line
I’m leaving this all behind me
I’m going fishing
I need some peace and quiet
I need to change my diet
I’m on a mission
No this is not the same
Is the ground simply opening
In this fight
I think I’m losing ground
Find me some loaded dice
Why is luck never on my side
In this fight
I think I’m losing
Yes I’m losing
But I’m feeling fine