Hmmm there's a light spilling under the door   mmm there's a phone comin up through the floor   I know you've explained all the rules to the game   mmm but I don't wanna play any more      (chorus)   I'm losing my days I'm losing my nights   it's part of the ageing process   I'm losing my left I'm losing my right   my memory's strange to hopeless   I'm losing my will I'm losing my fight   I'm pretty punched up but that's allright   I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine   it's beating better people than me      there's a fire rising up in my throat   mmm there's a man with a hand in his coat   I know what you'd like is my head on a spike   mmm I don't wanna be in on the joke      (chorus)   I'm losing my days I'm losing my nights   it's part of the ageing process   I'm losing my left I'm losing my right   My memory's strange to hopeless   I'm losing my will I'm losing my fight   I'm pretty punched up but that's allright   I'm telling myself it's gonna be fine   it's beating better people than me   (repeat)      There's a car standing into a wall