Pressure pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no matter sport Under pressure, that tears a nation down, spins a family in two, puts people on streets M'babe, m'babe, dictator, dictator It's the terror of knowing what this world is about, watching some good friends scream Pray tomorrow, take me higher Pray tomorrow, take me higher Why, oh why, tell me why Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Give ourselves one more chance Why can't we give ourselves one more chance Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love Every day, every night, every hour Give love, give love, give love, give love Love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance