Flux [Good Books Magnetism Mix]

If your right hand is causing you pain Cut it off, cut it off If your colours 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 were hoping for some romance All we found was more despair We must talk about our problems We are in a state of flux