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
Zašto visiš?
Tako tijesan
Na put kojim sam krenuo
S ovog ostrva
Ovo je bio plan za bijeg
(Ovo je bio plan za bijeg)
Pažljivo je istekao
Tako da idemo
I zaronite u talase ispod
[Pre-hor]
Ko teži voćnjacima?
Ko popravlja palice?
Emocionalna mučenja
Od glave visokog stola
Ko dohvaća vodu?
Iz Shampey Mountain Proleća
I ponovo krenuti dole?
Da biste osjetili svoje riječi i njihovo oštro ubod
I ja se jebem umorno
[Chorus 1]
Kapilari u mojim očima pucaju
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bilo najgore?
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj spasitelj
Sigurno me natjerajte da napravim puno radne snage
Call Count na rukama puca
Ako se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
I tišina progone našu komoru za krevet
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage
[VERSE 2]
Izvinjavam se sa mog jezika
I nikad vaši
Zauzeto zaluzanje iz tekućeg šolja
I uboda me sa vilicom
Znam da si pametan čovjek
(Znam da si pametan čovjek)
I oružje lažna nesposobnost
To je dominacija pod krinkom
Da smo imali kćer
Gledao bih i nisam je mogao spasiti
Emocionalna mučenja
Od glave visokog stola
Učinila bi ono što si je naučila
Upoznala bi istu okrutnu sudbinu
Dakle, sada moram trčati
Pa mogu poništiti ovu grešku
Barem moram pokušati
[Chorus 1]
Kapilari u mojim očima pucaju
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bilo najgore?
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj spasitelj
Sigurno me natjerajte da napravim puno radne snage
Call Count na rukama puca
Ako se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
I tišina progone našu komoru za krevet
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage
[Bridge]
Cijeli dan, svaki dan
Terapeut, majko, sobarica
Nimfa tada djevica
Medicinska sestra nego sluga
Samo dodatak, žive da ga prisustvujem
Tako da nikad ne podiže prst
Dvadeset i četiri sedam beba
Znači, on može živjeti iz snova iz ograde
To nije čin ljubavi ako je napravite
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage
Cijeli dan, svaki dan
Terapeut, majko, sobarica
Nimfa tada djevica
Medicinska sestra nego sluga
Samo dodatak, žive da ga prisustvujem
Tako da nikad ne podiže prst
Dvadeset i četiri sedam beba
Znači, on može živjeti iz snova iz ograde
To nije čin ljubavi ako je napravite
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage
[Chorus 2]
Kapilari u mojim očima pucaju
(Cijeli dan, svaki dan: terapeut, majka, sobarica)
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bilo najgore?
(Nimfa tada djevica; medicinska sestra od sluge)
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj spasitelj
(Samo dodatak, uživo da ga prisustvujem)
Sigurno me natjerajte da napravim puno radne snage
(Tako da nikad ne podiže prst)
Call Count na rukama puca
(Dvadeset i četiri sedmome za bebe)
Ako se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
(Znači, on može živjeti iz snova iz ograde za izlet)
I tišina progone našu komoru za krevet
(Nije to čin ljubavi ako je napravite)
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage