Pressure, pushing down on me
That burns a building down
It's the terror of knowing
Watching some good friends
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee, da, de, da, de, da, de, da
It's the terror of knowing
Watching some good friends
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
But it's so slashed and torn
Love, love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs, under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Compuesta por: Roger Taylor / John Deacon / Freddie Mercury / David Bowie / Brian May
