(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 objesiš
Tako usko! Do konopa iz kojeg se objesim
S ovog otoka? Ovo je bio plan za bijeg (ovo je bio plan za bijeg)
Pažljivo ga tempirao. Pa pusti me! I zaroniti u valove ispod
[Predhorus]
Tko ima voćnjake?
Tko popravlja zabate?
Emocionalno mučenje
S glave vašeg visokog stola
Koji donosi vodu
Iz proljeća stjenovite planine?
I opet krenite dolje
Da biste osjetili svoje riječi i njihov oštar ubod?
I umoran sam
[Zbor]
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
Zbunjena 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
[Post-zbor]
(Natjeraš me da radim previše rada)
[Stih 2]
Ispričavam se s mog jezika
Nikad tvoj
Zauzeto laganjem od tečene šalice
I ubodeći vilicom
Znam da si pametan čovjek (znam da si pametan čovjek)
I oružje
Lažna nesposobnost
To je dominacija pod krinkom
[Predhorus]
Da smo imali kćer
Gledao bih i nisam je mogao spasiti
Emocionalno mučenje
S glave vašeg visokog stola
Učinila bi ono što si ti naučila
Upoznala bi istu okrutnu sudbinu
Dakle, sada moram trčati
Tako da mogu poništiti ovu pogrešku
Barem moram probati
[Zbor]
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
Zbunjena 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, zatim djevica, medicinska sestra, zatim 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, zatim djevica, medicinska sestra, zatim 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]
Kapilare u mojim očima puknu (cijeli dan, svaki dan, terapeut, majka, sluškinja)
Da je naša ljubav umrla, bi li to bila najgora stvar? (Nimfa, zatim djevica, medicinska sestra, zatim sluga)
Za nekoga za koji sam mislio da je moj Spasitelj (samo prilog, živi da mu prisustvujem)
Sigurno ste me natjerali da napravim puno porođaja (tako da nikad ne podigne prst)
Brziva koža na mojim rukama je pucketanje (dvadeset i četiri bebe stroja)
Da se naša ljubav završi, bi li to bilo loše? (Tako da može živjeti svoje snove o ogradi)
A tišina progoni našu krevetnu komoru (to nije čin ljubavi ako je napravite)
Natjeraš me da radim previše rada