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