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 aboutWatching some good friend screamingLet me out, pray tomorrow takes me higherPressure on people, people on the streetsOkay!Shifting around, it's my brains on the floorThese are the days it never rains but it poursPeople on streetsPeople on streetsIt's the terror of knowing what this world is aboutWatching some good friend screamingLet me out, pray tomorrow takes me higher and higherPressure on people, people on the streetsTurned away from it all like a blind manSat on a fence but it don't workWe keep coming back for love but it's been smashed in halfWhy, why, why?Love, love, love, love, love, love, loveWe're suddenly lost under pressure, we're breakingWhy 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 loveLove's love's such an old-fashioned wordAnd love dares you to careFor the people on the edge of the nightAnd love dares you to change your mindThis is our way of caring about ourselvesThis is our last danceThis is our last danceThis is ourselvesUnder pressureUnder pressurePressurePressure