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

Im a thinker not a talker
Put your faith, your faith in God


We were hoping for some romance
All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems

We are in a state of Flux

Id kill for an adventure

Just you and I in the Curzon Bar
Dancing till we knew
So all that we've learnt disappeared

When you shouted at me
I saw my father in the second grade
Concerned and kind

But yet unable to reach me

We were hoping for some romance

All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a State of Flux


State of Flux [x9]


We need to talk [x5]

We were hoping for some romance

All we found was more dispair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of Flux