Sprinter Brain

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 hand

Put it back down again

You just let it be

Help me understand

What the hell has happened

There's just so many things

Can't explain

Did you understand

That pressure is the formula

When the knot

Will not be untied?

The lines in your face

I'm lost on the path

Like the pines on the beach

From Boston to Bath

Yeah

The pressure is the plan

The pressure is the plan