If your right hand is causing you pain   Cut it off, cut it off   If your colors 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      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      We need to talk   We need to talk   We need to talk   We need to talk      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