Dear Pressure - Miracles of Modern Science

Hey friend, I haven’t seen you much

It’s my fault, I’ve been so out of touch

New club?

No, you go on ahead

Old blood, I’ll dance when I am dead

When I’m dead

I’ll dance when I’m dead

That was a killer show (Killer show)

Makes sense to take it on the road

Not me!

I can’t afford the risk

You tour, I’m on the mailing list

Go ahead

I’ll tour when I’m dead

I don’t know what else to say

I don’t know what else to say

Maybe I’ll get to it someday

I see myself at 94

Spare dreams stuck on life support

No wait, if that’s what lies ahead

I’ll change or put it off and dream when I’m dead

I don’t know what else to say

End all my thoughts the same way:

«Maybe I’ll get to it someday»

I’ve been so drunk on safety

I think I’m going crazy

Don’t want my ghost to hate me

Time’s running