(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
(Jedan, dva, tri) zašto se visete
Tako čvrsto! Do konopa iz kojeg se družim
S ovog ostrva? Ovo je bio plan za bijeg (ovo je bio plan za bijeg)
Pažljivo je istekao. Pa pusti me! I zaronite u talase ispod
[Pre-hor]
Ko teži voćnjacima?
Ko popravlja palice?
Emocionalna mučenja
Od glave visokog stola
Koji dohvaća vodu
Iz stjenovitog planinskog proljeća?
I ponovo krenuti dolje
Da biste osjetili svoje riječi i njihovo oštro ubod?
I jebeno sam umoran
[Chorus]
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
Clusirana koža na mojim rukama je pucketa
Ako se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše?
I tišina progone našu komoru za krevet
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage
[Post-chorus]
(Učini me previše radne snage)
[VERSE 2]
Izvinjavam se sa mog jezika
Nikad tvoje
Zauzeto zaluzanje iz tekućeg šolja
I ubodajući se sa vilicom
Znam da si pametan čovjek (znam da si pametan čovjek)
I oružje
Lažna nesposobnost
Dominacija je pod krinkom
[Pre-hor]
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]
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
Clusirana koža na mojim rukama je pucketa
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, onda djevica, medicinska sestra, onda sluga
Samo dodatak, žive da ga prisustvujem
Tako da nikad ne podiže prst
Dvadeset i četiri sekunda za bebe
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, onda djevica, medicinska sestra, onda sluga
Samo dodatak, žive da ga prisustvujem
Tako da nikad ne podiže prst
Dvadeset i četiri sekunda za bebe
Znači, on može živjeti iz snova iz ograde
To nije čin ljubavi ako je napravite
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage
[Chorus]
Kapilari u mojim očima su pucali (cijeli dan, svaki dan, terapeut, majka, sobarica)
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bilo najgore? (Nimfa, tada djevica, medicinska sestra, zatim sluga)
Za nekoga za koga sam mislio da je moj spasitelj (samo dodatak, žive da bih ga prisustvovao)
Sigurno me natjerajte da napravim puno radne snage (tako da nikad ne podiže prst)
Krahana koža na rukama je pucken '(dvadeset i četiri bebe mašine)
Ako se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše? (Znači, on može živjeti iz snova iz ograde za izlet)
A tišina progone našu komoru za krevet (to nije čin ljubavi ako je napravite)
Natjeraš me da radim previše radne snage