It's really silly to have an opera singer singing.
Okay!
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
It's really silly to have an opera singer singing.
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friend screaming
Let me out, pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people, people on the streets
Okay!
Shifting around, it's my brains on the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
People on streets
People on streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about

Watching some good friend screaming
Let me out, pray tomorrow takes me higher and higher
Pressure on people, people on the streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
We keep coming back for love but it's been smashed in half



Why, why, why?
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
We're suddenly lost under pressure, we're breaking
Why can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love
Love's love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change your mind
This is our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Pressure