Third Hand

Oh, my old teenage dream Don't let me down Now when I need you the most Oh, it's not how it used to be It turned out That we're ending alone And oh, we're losing all our life I guess it's too late to fight And oh, we're losing our time Talking on the telephone line And oh lose a third hand Losing a friend, Lose you again Oh lose a third hand Losing a friend, Lose you again Now, my old TV screen You make me frown Showing the same worn replays Oh, is this what we're meant to be Circling around a piece of our memory Oh, the passing of the time I know the truth's hard to find And oh if I could hit rewind Would we be more than a lie And oh lose a third hand Losing a friend, Lose you again Oh lose a third hand Losing a friend, Lose you again And oh, lose a third hand Losing a friend, Lose you again Oh lose a third hand Losing a friend, Lose you again