Why are you hanging on?
So tight
To the road that I'm headed from
Off this island
by Sanderlei Silveira - 24/03/2023
Why are you hanging on?
So tight
To the road that I'm headed from
Off this island
This was an escape plan
(This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it
So that we'd go
And dive into the waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
Who tends the orchards?
Who fixes up the gables?
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
Who fetches the water?
From the rocky mountain spring
And walk back down again?
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Chorus 1]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Verse 2]
Apologies from my tongue
And never yours
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
And stabbing me with your fork
I know you're a smart man
(I know you're a smart man)
And weaponise the false incompetence
It's dominance under a guise
If we had a daughter
I'd watch and could not save her
The emotional torture
From the head of your high table
She'd do what you taught her
She'd meet the same cruel fate
So now I've gotta run
So I can undo this mistake
At least I've gotta try
[Chorus 1]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Bridge]
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin
Nurse than a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four seven baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin
Nurse than a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four seven baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
[Chorus 2]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
(All day, every day: therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
(Nymph then a virgin; Nurse than a servant)
For somebody I thought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
(So that he never lifts a finger)
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
(Twenty-four seven baby machine)
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
You make me do too much labour
你为什么要挂？
这么紧
到我走的道路
在这个岛上
这是一个逃生计划
（这是一个逃生计划）
仔细计时了
这样我们就去
并潜入下面的波浪
[前核]
谁养果园？
谁修理了山墙？
情绪折磨
从高桌子的头部
谁取水？
来自落基山春天
再回去吗？
感觉到你的话和他们尖锐的刺痛
我他妈的累了
[合唱1]
我眼中的毛细血管正在爆裂
如果我们的爱死了，那是最糟糕的事情吗？
对于我以为是我的救主的人
你一定会让我做很多劳动
我手上的冷酷皮肤正在破裂
如果我们的爱结束了，那会是一件坏事吗？
沉默困扰着我们的床室
你让我做太多的劳动
[第2节]
向我的舌头道歉
从来没有你
忙着从流动的杯子拍打
并用叉子刺我
我知道你是个聪明的人
（我知道你是一个聪明的人）
并为虚假无能为力
这是一个幌子的主导地位
如果我们有一个女儿
我看着，无法救她
情绪折磨
从高桌子的头部
她会做你教她的事
她会遇到同样残酷的命运
所以现在我必须跑步
所以我可以撤消这个错误
至少我必须尝试
[合唱1]
我眼中的毛细血管正在爆裂
如果我们的爱死了，那是最糟糕的事情吗？
对于我以为是我的救主的人
你一定会让我做很多劳动
我手上的冷酷皮肤正在破裂
如果我们的爱结束了，那会是一件坏事吗？
沉默困扰着我们的床室
你让我做太多的劳动
[桥]
每天全天
治疗师，母亲，女仆
若虫然后是处女
护士比仆人
只是一个附属物，活着参加他
这样他就永远不会举起手指
二十四架婴儿机器
这样他就可以实现自己的纠察栅栏梦
如果你让她，那不是爱的行为
你让我做太多的劳动
每天全天
治疗师，母亲，女仆
若虫然后是处女
护士比仆人
只是一个附属物，活着参加他
这样他就永远不会举起手指
二十四架婴儿机器
这样他就可以实现自己的纠察栅栏梦
如果你让她，那不是爱的行为
你让我做太多的劳动
[合唱2]
我眼中的毛细血管正在爆裂
（全天，每天：治疗师，母亲，女仆）
如果我们的爱死了，那是最糟糕的事情吗？
（若虫然后是处女；护士比仆人）
对于我以为是我的救主的人
（只是一个附属物，活着参加他）
你一定会让我做很多劳动
（这样他就永远不会举起手指）
我手上的冷酷皮肤正在破裂
（二十四架婴儿机器）
如果我们的爱结束了，那会是一件坏事吗？
（因此他可以实现自己的纠察栅栏梦）
沉默困扰着我们的床室
（如果你让她做的话，那不是爱的行为）
你让我做太多的劳动