If your right hand is causing you pain, cut it offCut it offIf your cause has started to run, let them all runRun away from youThere is lightning in this room, above our headsWaiting to strikeI'm a thinker, not a talkerQuit your faith, your faith in GodWe were hoping for some romanceAll we've found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of fluxA kill for an adventureJust you and I in the curves and roundDancing to reunionShoulder with love, disappearWhen you shot to death meI saw my father in the second gradeConcerned and kindYet unable to reach meWe were hoping for some romanceAll we've found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of fluxState of fluxWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe need to talkWe were hoping for some romanceAll we've found was more despairWe must talk about our problemsWe are in a state of fluxState of flux