Well this stone that I have swallowed

Isn't going down so well

And this road that I have followed

Is leading me to Hell

And you said it didn't matter

But I think you're a liar

Is this one of your talents

That stokes the very fire that burns you

Each time you try to live

And the earth will turn below you

The pressure is building

And something has to give

Oh something has to give

And when I build you a steeple

You say it's incomplete

'Cause you need the whole cathedral

To satisfy the need

And you're like a paper aeroplane

That never seems to land

Flying blind through anything

Straight into the hand that chokes you

Each time you try to live

And the earth will turn below you

The pressure is building

And something has to give

Oh something has to give

Well you're like a paper aeroplane

That never seems to land

Flying blind through anything

Straight into the hand

Well you're like a paper aeroplane

That never seems to land

Flying blind through anything

Straight into the hand that chokes you

Each time you try to live

And the earth will turn below you

The pressure is building

The pressure is building

The fire that burns you

Each time you try to live

And the earth will turn below you

The pressure is building

And something has to give

Something has to give

Something has to give

Something has to give

Something has to give

Give