(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 - 01/04/2023
(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 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, then 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, then 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, then 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
(Ena, dva, tri) Zakaj se obesite
Tako tesno! Do vrvi, iz katere se družim
Zunaj tega otoka? To je bil načrt pobega (to je bil načrt pobega)
Skrbno napolnjen. Torej, pusti me! In se potopite v valove spodaj
[Pred-chorus]
Kdo nagiba sadovnjake?
Kdo popravlja gable?
Čustveno mučenje
Z glave vaše visoke mize
Ki pridobi vodo
Iz skalne gorske pomladi?
In spet se sprehodite nazaj
Da začutite svoje besede in njihovo ostro udarce?
In se utrudim
[Refren]
Kapilare v mojih očeh počivajo
Če bi naša ljubezen umrla, bi to bila najslabša stvar?
Za nekoga, za katerega sem mislil, da je moj rešitelj
Zagotovo me prisilite, da delam veliko dela
Napakana koža na mojih rokah je razpokana
Če se naša ljubezen konča, bi bilo to slabo?
In tišina preganja našo posteljno komoro
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
[Post-Chorus]
(Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela)
[Verz 2]
Oprosti iz mojega jezika
Nikoli tvoj
Zasedeno zaletavanje iz tekoče skodelice
In vbod z vilicami
Vem, da si pameten človek (vem, da si pameten človek)
In orožje
Lažna nesposobnost
Prevlada je pod krincem
[Pred-chorus]
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
[Refren]
Kapilare v mojih očeh počivajo
Če bi naša ljubezen umrla, bi to bila najslabša stvar?
Za nekoga, za katerega sem mislil, da je moj rešitelj
Zagotovo me prisilite, da delam veliko dela
Napakana koža na mojih rokah je razpokana
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, terapevtka, mati, služkinja
Nimfa, nato devica, medicinska sestra, nato služabnica
Samo priloga, živeti, da se ga udeležite
Tako da nikoli ne dvigne prsta
Otroški stroj s štiriindvajsetimi sedmi
Torej lahko živi svoje sanj o ograji
To ni ljubezensko dejanje, če jo naredite
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
Ves dan, vsak dan, terapevtka, mati, služkinja
Nimfa, nato devica, medicinska sestra, nato služabnica
Samo priloga, živeti, da se ga udeležite
Tako da nikoli ne dvigne prsta
Otroški stroj s štiriindvajsetimi sedmi
Torej lahko živi svoje sanj o ograji
To ni ljubezensko dejanje, če jo naredite
Prisiliš, da delaš preveč dela
[Refren]
Kapilare v mojih očeh se počijo (ves dan, vsak dan, terapevtka, mati, služkinja)
Če bi naša ljubezen umrla, bi to bila najslabša stvar? (NIMPH, nato devica, medicinska sestra, nato 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 je razpokana (štiriindvajset sedmih otroški stroj)
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