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 



[Repeat *]



(State of flux) 



We need to talk 



[Repeat *]