Lyrics:
If your right hand is causing you painCut it off, cut it offIf your colors 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 learned 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 flux(State of flux)(State of flux)(State of flux)(State of flux)(We are in a state of flux)(We are in a state of flux)(We are in a state of flux)(We are in a state of flux)We need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe were hoping for some romanceAll we found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of flux