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 X9




We need to talk X5




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