If your right hand is causing you pain, cut it off
Cut it off
If your cause has 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
Quit your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
All we've found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux
A kill for an adventure
Just you and I in the curves and round
Dancing to reunion
Shoulder with love, disappear
When you shot to death 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've found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux
State of flux
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We need to talk
We were hoping for some romance
All we've found was more despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux
State of flux