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
Zakaj visiš?
Tako tesno
Na cesto, iz katere se usmerim
Zunaj tega otoka
To je bil načrt pobega
(To je bil načrt pobega)
Skrbno časovno razporejeno
Torej, da bi šli
In se potopite v valove spodaj
[Pred-chorus]
Kdo nagiba sadovnjake?
Kdo popravlja gable?
Čustveno mučenje
Z glave vaše visoke mize
Kdo pridobi vodo?
Iz skalne gorske vzmeti
In se spet sprehoditi?
Da občutite svoje besede in njihovo ostro utrip
In prekleto sem utrujen
[Zbor 1]
Kapilare v mojih očeh počivajo
Če bi naša ljubezen umrla, bi to bila najslabša stvar?
Za nekoga, za katerega sem mislil, da je moj Odrešenik
Zagotovo me prisilite, da delam veliko dela
Čudovita koža na mojih rokah se razpoka
Če se naša ljubezen konča, bi bilo to slabo?
In tišina preganja našo posteljno komoro
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
[Verz 2]
Oprosti iz mojega jezika
In nikoli tvoj
Zaseden s tekočo skodelico
In me zabodel z vilicami
Vem, da si pameten človek
(Vem, da si pameten človek)
In orožje lažne nesposobnosti
Prevlada je pod krinkom
Če bi imeli hčerko
Gledal bi in je ne bi mogel rešiti
Čustveno mučenje
Z glave vaše visoke mize
Naredila bi tisto, kar ste jo naučili
Spoznala bi isto kruto usodo
Torej zdaj moram teči
Tako lahko razveljavim to napako
Vsaj moram poskusiti
[Zbor 1]
Kapilare v mojih očeh počivajo
Če bi naša ljubezen umrla, bi to bila najslabša stvar?
Za nekoga, za katerega sem mislil, da je moj Odrešenik
Zagotovo me prisilite, da delam veliko dela
Čudovita koža na mojih rokah se razpoka
Če se naša ljubezen konča, bi bilo to slabo?
In tišina preganja našo posteljno komoro
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
[Most]
Ves dan, vsak dan
Terapevt, mati, služkinja
Nimfa nato devica
Medicinska sestra kot služabnica
Samo priloga, živeti, da se ga udeležite
Tako da nikoli ne dvigne prsta
Štiriindvajset otrok
Torej lahko živi svoje sanj o ograji
To ni ljubezensko dejanje, če jo naredite
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
Ves dan, vsak dan
Terapevt, mati, služkinja
Nimfa nato devica
Medicinska sestra kot služabnica
Samo priloga, živeti, da se ga udeležite
Tako da nikoli ne dvigne prsta
Štiriindvajset otrok
Torej lahko živi svoje sanj o ograji
To ni ljubezensko dejanje, če jo naredite
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
[Zbor 2]
Kapilare v mojih očeh počivajo
(Ves dan, vsak dan: terapevt, mati, služkinja)
Če bi naša ljubezen umrla, bi to bila najslabša stvar?
(NIMPH nato devica; medicinska sestra kot služabnica)
Za nekoga, za katerega sem mislil, da je moj Odrešenik
(Samo priloga, živeti, da se ga udeleži)
Zagotovo me prisilite, da delam veliko dela
(Tako da nikoli ne dvigne prsta)
Čudovita koža na mojih rokah se razpoka
(Štiriindvajset sedem otroških strojev)
Če se naša ljubezen konča, bi bilo to slabo?
(Torej lahko živi svoje sanje o ograji)
In tišina preganja našo posteljno komoro
(To ni ljubezensko dejanje, če jo naredite)
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela