If your right hand is causing you pain, cut it off
Cut it off
If your colors are starting 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
Query your faith, your faith in God
We were hoping for some romance
For we've found one small 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 a new show that will run, disappear
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
For we've found one small despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux
We are in a state of flux
We need to talk
We were hoping for some romance
For we've found one small despair
We must talk about our problems
We are in a state of flux
We are in a state of flux