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 se družite?
Tako usko
Do puta iz koje sam krenuo
S ovog otoka
Ovo je bio plan bijega
(Ovo je bio plan za bijeg)
Pažljivo je to tempirao
Da bismo išli
I zaroniti u valove ispod
[Predhorus]
Tko ima voćnjake?
Tko popravlja zabate?
Emocionalno mučenje
S glave vašeg visokog stola
Tko donosi vodu?
Od proljeća stjenovite planine
I opet krenuti dolje?
Osjetiti svoje riječi i njihov oštar ubod
I jebeno se umorim
[Zbor 1]
Kapilare u mojim očima puknu
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bila najgora stvar?
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj Spasitelj
Sigurno ste me natjerali da napravim puno radne snage
Bezobrazna koža na mojim rukama pukne
Da se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
A tišina progoni našu komoru za krevet
Natjeraš me da radim previše rada
[Stih 2]
Ispričavam se s mog jezika
I nikad tvoj
Zauzeto laganjem iz tečene šalice
I ubodeći me svojim vilicom
Znam da si pametan čovjek
(Znam da si pametan čovjek)
I oružje lažne nesposobnosti
To je dominacija pod krinkom
Da smo imali kćer
Gledao bih i nisam je mogao spasiti
Emocionalno mučenje
S glave vašeg visokog stola
Učinila bi ono što ste je naučili
Upoznala bi istu okrutnu sudbinu
Dakle, sada moram trčati
Tako da mogu poništiti ovu pogrešku
Barem moram probati
[Zbor 1]
Kapilare u mojim očima puknu
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bila najgora stvar?
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj Spasitelj
Sigurno ste me natjerali da napravim puno radne snage
Bezobrazna koža na mojim rukama pukne
Da se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
A tišina progoni našu komoru za krevet
Natjeraš me da radim previše rada
[Most]
Cijeli dan svaki dan
Terapeut, majka, sluškinja
Nimfa, a zatim djevica
Medicinska sestra nego sluga
Samo prilog, živite da mu prisustvujete
Tako da nikad ne podiže prst
Dvadeset i četiri stroja za bebe
Tako da može živjeti svoje snove o ogradi
Nije to čin ljubavi ako je napravite
Natjeraš me da radim previše rada
Cijeli dan svaki dan
Terapeut, majka, sluškinja
Nimfa, a zatim djevica
Medicinska sestra nego sluga
Samo prilog, živite da mu prisustvujete
Tako da nikad ne podiže prst
Dvadeset i četiri stroja za bebe
Tako da može živjeti svoje snove o ogradi
Nije to čin ljubavi ako je napravite
Natjeraš me da radim previše rada
[Zbor 2]
Kapilare u mojim očima puknu
(Cijeli dan, svaki dan: terapeut, majka, sluškinja)
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bila najgora stvar?
(Nimfa tada djevica; medicinska sestra nego sluga)
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj Spasitelj
(Samo prilog, živite da mu prisustvujete)
Sigurno ste me natjerali da napravim puno radne snage
(Tako da nikad ne podiže prst)
Bezobrazna koža na mojim rukama pukne
(Dvadeset i četiri sedmoboja za bebe)
Da se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
(Tako da može živjeti svoje snove o ogradi)
A tišina progoni našu komoru za krevet
(To nije ljubav ljubavi ako je napravite)
Natjeraš me da radim previše rada