[ Featuring John Marx, Barret Corsac ]
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
