labour - Paris Paloma.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Paris Paloma
[00:00.050](One, two, three)
[00:02.220]Why are you hangin' on
[00:06.730]So tight
[00:09.880]To the rope that I'm hangin' from
[00:12.370]Off this island?
[00:15.860]This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
[00:18.690]Carefully timed it
[00:21.180]So let me go
[00:22.540]And dive into the waves below
[00:26.070]Who tends the orchards?
[00:29.470]Who fixes up the gables?
[00:32.710]Emotional torture
[00:35.380]From the head of your high table
[00:38.140]Who fetches the water
[00:40.770]From the rocky mountain spring?
[00:43.750]And walk back down again
[00:46.600]To feel your words and their sharp sting?
[00:49.870]And I'm gettin' ****in' tired
[00:53.990]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:57.640]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[01:00.190]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:03.100]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:05.910]The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[01:08.740]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[01:11.560]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:14.470]You make me do too much labour
[01:25.060](You make me do too much labour)
[01:28.740]Apologies from my tongue
[01:32.170]Never yours
[01:35.350]Busy lapping from a flowing cup
[01:38.110]And stabbing with your fork
[01:40.850]I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
[01:44.380]And weaponise
[01:46.620]The false incompetence
[01:49.380]It's dominance under guise
[01:52.220]If we had a daughter
[01:54.820]I'd watch and could not save her
[01:58.280]The emotional torture
[02:00.770]From the head of your high table
[02:03.750]She'd do what you taught her
[02:06.320]She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:09.590]So now I've gotta run
[02:12.130]So I can undo this mistake
[02:15.510]At least I've gotta try
[02:19.960]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:23.180]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:25.920]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:28.690]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:31.600]The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[02:34.540]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:37.340]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:40.150]You make me do too much labour
[02:43.080]All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
[02:45.870]Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and a servant
[02:48.570]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[02:51.420]So that he never lifts a finger
[02:54.310]Twenty-four-seven baby machine
[02:56.820]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[02:59.920]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:02.930]You make me do too much labour
[03:05.830]All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
[03:08.630]Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant
[03:11.430]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:14.270]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:17.180]Twenty-four-seven baby machine
[03:19.720]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:22.850]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:25.690]You make me do too much labour
[03:28.710]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid)
[03:32.150]If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, and a servant)
[03:34.500]For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
[03:37.370]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
[03:40.080]The callous skin on my hands is crackin' (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
[03:42.910]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[03:45.440]And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
[03:48.560]You make me do too much labour