(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
(Een, zwee, dräi) Firwat hänkt Dir net! Sou engiicht
Zu der Seel, déi ech hänken. Aus dëser Insel?
Dëst war e Fluchtplang (dëst war e Fluchplang)
Suergfälteg geplangt et. Also loosst mech goen! An daucht an d'Wellen drënner
[Pre-Chouer]
Wien tendéiert d'Orchards?
Wien huet d'Gabel fixéiert?
Emotional Folter
Aus dem Kapp vun Ärem héijen Dësch
Déi d'Waasser fett
Vum Rocky Mountain Fréijoer?
A gitt erëm erof
Fir Är Wierder ze fillen an hir schaarf Sting?
An ech ginn dem Fuckin 'midd
[Chorus]
D'Kapillaren an mengen Aen sinn opbréngen
Wann eis Léift gestuerwen ass, wier et dat Schlëmmst Saach?
Fir een deen ech geduecht hunn war mäi Retter
Dir sécher mech sécher e ganze Labor ze maachen
Déi kaloused Haut op meng Hänn ass kraazt
Wann eis Léift endet, wier dat eng schlecht Saach?
An d'Stille spillt eis Bettkammer
Dir maacht mech zevill Aarbecht
[Post-Chorus]
(Dir maacht mech zevill Aarbecht)
[Vers 2]
Entschëllegt vu menger Zong
Schwätzt nët)
Beschäftegt Lapting vun enger fléissender Coupe
A stéisst mat Ärem Gabel
Ech weess, datt Dir e Smart Mann (Ech weess, datt Dir e Smart Mann sidd)
A Waffe
Déi falsch Inkompetenz
Et ass Dominanz ënner der Gung
[Pre-Chouer]
Wa mir eng Duechter haten
Ech géif kucken a konnt hatt net retten
Den emotionalen Folter
Aus dem Kapp vun Ärem héijen Dësch
Si hätt et gemaach wat Dir hatt geléiert hutt
Si hätt d'selwecht grausam Schicksal begéint
Also elo muss ech lafen
Also kann ech dëse Feeler undoen
Op d'mannst muss ech probéieren
[Chorus]
D'Kapillaren an mengen Aen sinn opbréngen
Wann eis Léift gestuerwen ass, wier et dat Schlëmmst Saach?
Fir een deen ech geduecht hunn war mäi Retter
Dir sécher mech sécher e ganze Labor ze maachen
Déi kaloused Haut op meng Hänn ass kraazt
Wann eis Léift endet, wier dat eng schlecht Saach?
An d'Stille spillt eis Bettkammer
Dir maacht mech zevill Aarbecht
[Bréck]
De ganzen Dag, all Dag: Terrapist, Mamm, Déngschtmeedchen
Nymph, dann eng virgesinn Infirmière, an en Déngscht
Just en Apendage, liewen fir him ze besichen
Sou datt hien ni e Fanger heft
Véieranzwanzeg-siwen Puppelchen Maschinn
Also kann hien seng Picketfudder dreemen
Et ass keen Akt vu Léift wann Dir hatt maacht
Dir maacht mech zevill Aarbecht
De ganzen Dag, all Dag: Terrapist, Mamm, Déngschtmeedchen
Nymph, dann eng Jongfra, Infirmière, an e Knecht
Just en Apendage, liewen fir him ze besichen
Sou datt hien ni e Fanger heft
Véieranzwanzeg-siwen Puppelchen Maschinn
Also kann hien seng Picketfudder dreemen
Et ass keen Akt vu Léift wann Dir hatt maacht
Dir maacht mech zevill Aarbecht
[Chorus]
Den Krillrange an mengen Aen sinn däitter no (all Dag, all Dag: Thepapope, Mamm, Déngscht, Mamm, Déngpreätter Mamm, Déngschtleeg! Déngscht Déngschtfaard)
Wann eis Léift gestuerwen ass, wier et dat Schlëmmst Saach? (Nymph, duerno eng Jongfra, Infirmière, an en Dénger)
Fir een deen ech geduecht hunn, war mäi Retter (just en Apendage, liewen fir him ze besichen)
Dir maacht mech sécher eng ganz Aarbechtsplaz ze maachen (sou datt hien ni e Fanger heft)
Déi kallous Haut op meng Hänn ass krackin '(véieranzwanzeg-siwen Puppelchen Maschinn)
Wann eis Léift endet, wier dat eng schlecht Saach? (Also kann hien seng Picketfudder dreemen)
An d'Stille spactéiert eis Bettkammer (et ass keen Akt vu Léift wann Dir hatt maacht)
Dir maacht mech zevill Aarbecht