Can you show me how
All your feelings are like seashells?
Laying down
Down on the seafloor
And how you dive down
And pick one up
Weigh the truth of it in your hands
Put it back down again
You just let it be
Help me understand
What the hell has happened
There's just so many things
I can't explain
Didn't understand
That pressure is the formula
When the knot
Will not be untied
The lines of your face
I'm lost on the path
Like the pines on the beach
From Boston to Bath, yeah
Pressure is the plan
Pressure is the plan