If your right hand
is causing you pain
cut it off, cut it off
If your colours
have started to run
let them all run
run away from you
There is lightning
in this room
above our heads
waiting to strike
I'm a thinker
not a talker
put your faith
your faith in God
We were hoping
for some romance
all we found was
more despair
We must talk
about our problems
we are in a
state of flux
I'd kill for
an adventure
just you and I
in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
so all that we've
learnt disappears
When you shouted at me
I saw my father
in the second grade
Concerned and kind
yet unable
to reach me
We were hoping
for some romance
all we found was
more despair
We must talk
about our problems
we are in a
state of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
State of flux
A state of flux
State of flux
A state of flux
State of flux
A state of flux
State of flux
A state of flux
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We were hoping
for some romance
all we found was
more despair
We must talk
about our problems
we are in a
state of flux