Pressure

I feel the rain falling down on me. I feel the rain

I feel the rain run down my face like a storm is on the way

I feel the heat burning up the trees. I feel the heat

I feel the hot white ash fall, choking on the smoke, there's no where left to go

I'm feeling the pressure. We're under pressure, oh

Pressure. Pressure makes diamonds grow

Thunder. When it rains it pours

Thunder. Learning to dance in storms

I feel the wind stronger every day. I feel the wind

I feel the wind cold on my back like a storm is blowing in