Lyrics:
If your right hand is causing you painCut it off, cut it offIf your colours have started to runLet them all run, run away from youThere is lightning in this roomAbove our heads, waiting to strikeI'm a thinker not a talkerPut your faith, your faith in GodWe were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of fluxI'd kill for an adventureJust you and I, in the Curzon BarDancing till we knewSo all that we've learnt disappearsWhen you shouted at meI saw my father in the second gradeConcerned and kindYet unable to reach meWe were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of fluxState of flux (4 TIMES)We need to talk (5 TIMES)We were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of flux