(One, two, three) Why are you hangin' on! So tight
To the rope that I'm hangin' from. Off this island?
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it. So let me go! And dive into the waves below
by Sanderlei Silveira - 26/03/2023
(One, two, three) Why are you hangin' on! So tight
To the rope that I'm hangin' from. Off this island?
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it. So let me 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 gettin' fuckin' tired
[Chorus]
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 calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Post-Chorus]
(You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 2]
Apologies from my tongue
Never yours
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
And stabbing 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 guise
[Pre-Chorus]
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]
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 calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
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, and 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, and 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]
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, and 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 crackin' (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
(Üks, kaks, kolm) Miks sa riputad! Nii tihe
Trossile, millest ma ripun. Sellest saarest väljas?
See oli põgenemiskava (see oli põgenemiskava)
Ajas seda ettevaatlikult. Nii et las ma lähen! Ja sukelduda allpool olevatesse lainetesse
[Eelkoor]
Kes kipub viljapuuaiaid?
Kes parandab Gables?
Emotsionaalne piinamine
Oma kõrge laua peast
Kes vett tõmbab
Kivist mäevad kevadest?
Ja kõndige uuesti alla
Kas tunda oma sõnu ja nende teravat nõelamist?
Ja ma olen kuradi väsinud
[Koor]
Minu silmis kapillaarid lõhkevad
Kui meie armastus suri, kas see oleks halvim asi?
Kellelegi, kelle arvates oli minu Päästja
Sa kindlasti paned mind tegema palju tööd
Minu kätel olene nahk on crackin '
Kui meie armastus lõpeb, kas see oleks halb asi?
Ja vaikus kummitab meie voodikambrit
Sa paned mind liiga palju vaeva tegema
[Koorus]
(Sa paned mind tegema liiga palju tööd)
[Salm 2]
Vabandage minu keelest
Mitte kunagi sinu oma
Hõivatud voolavast tassist lammutamine
Ja pussitades oma kahvliga
Ma tean, et sa oled tark mees (ma tean, et sa oled tark mees)
Ja relv
Vale ebakompetentsus
See on varjus domineerimine
[Eelkoor]
Kui meil oleks tütar
Ma jälgiksin ja ei suutnud teda päästa
Emotsionaalne piinamine
Oma kõrge laua peast
Ta tegi seda, mida sa talle õpetasid
Ta kohtus sama julma saatusega
Nii et nüüd pean jooksma
Nii et ma saan selle vea tühistada
Vähemalt pean proovima
[Koor]
Minu silmis kapillaarid lõhkevad
Kui meie armastus suri, kas see oleks halvim asi?
Kellelegi, kelle arvates oli minu Päästja
Sa kindlasti paned mind tegema palju tööd
Minu kätel olene nahk on crackin '
Kui meie armastus lõpeb, kas see oleks halb asi?
Ja vaikus kummitab meie voodikambrit
Sa paned mind liiga palju vaeva tegema
[Sild]
Terve päeva, iga päev: terapeut, ema, neiu
Nümf, siis neitsi õde ja sulane
Lihtsalt lisa, elage tema käis
Nii et ta ei tõsta kunagi sõrme
Kakskümmend neli seitse beebimasinat
Nii et ta saab oma piketi tara unistused välja elada
See pole armastus, kui te teda teete
Sa paned mind liiga palju vaeva tegema
Terve päeva, iga päev: terapeut, ema, neiu
Nümf, siis neitsi, õde ja sulane
Lihtsalt lisa, elage tema käis
Nii et ta ei tõsta kunagi sõrme
Kakskümmend neli seitse beebimasinat
Nii et ta saab oma piketi tara unistused välja elada
See pole armastus, kui te teda teete
Sa paned mind liiga palju vaeva tegema
[Koor]
Minu silmis kapillaarid lõhkevad (terve päev, iga päev: terapeut, ema, neiu)
Kui meie armastus suri, kas see oleks halvim asi? (Nymph, siis neitsi, õde ja sulane)
Kellegi jaoks, kelle arvates oli minu Päästja (lihtsalt lisa, elage temalt)
Kindlasti panete mind tegema palju tööd (nii et ta ei tõsta kunagi sõrme)
Minu kätel olev kallukas nahk on crackin '(kakskümmend neli seitse beebiamootorit)
Kui meie armastus lõpeb, kas see oleks halb asi? (Nii et ta saab oma piketi tara unistused välja elada)
Ja vaikus kummitab meie voodikambrit (see pole armastus, kui te teda teete)
Sa paned mind liiga palju vaeva tegema