labour (bedroom demo) - Paris Paloma.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Paris Paloma
[00:00.570]Why are you hanging on so tight
[00:06.710]To the rope that I'm hanging from off this island?
[00:13.090]This was an escape plan, carefully timed it
[00:18.700]So let me go and dive into the waves below
[00:23.440]Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
[00:30.260]Emotional torture from the head of your high table
[00:35.760]Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?
[00:42.060]And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting?
[00:48.000]And I'm gettin' ****ing tired
[00:51.900]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:55.280]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[00:58.080]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:00.940]You sure make mе do a whole lot of labour
[01:03.950]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[01:06.780]If our lovе ends, would that be a bad thing?
[01:09.620]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:12.440]You make me do too much labour
[01:15.460]Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[01:18.210]Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[01:21.030]Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[01:23.990]Ooh-ooh, ooh
[01:27.050]Apologies from my tongue, never yours
[01:33.980]Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
[01:39.040]I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) and weaponise
[01:45.530]The false incompetence, it's dominance under guise
[01:50.930]If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[01:56.830]The emotional torture from the head of your high table
[02:02.550]She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:08.470]So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake
[02:15.800]At least I've gotta try
[02:18.570]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:21.970]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:24.780]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:27.650]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:30.720]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[02:33.430]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:36.290]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:39.160]You make me do too much labour
[02:42.160]Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[02:45.180]Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[02:47.870]Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
[02:50.670]Ooh-ooh, ooh
[02:53.850]All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[02:56.570]Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[02:59.510]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:02.370]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:05.280]24/7 baby machine
[03:07.830]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:10.970]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:13.860]You make me do too much labour
[03:16.850]All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[03:19.670]Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[03:22.590]Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:25.380]So that he never lifts a finger
[03:28.340]24/7 baby machine
[03:30.870]So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:33.980]It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:36.990]You make me do too much labour
[03:39.940]The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[03:42.760]If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[03:45.710]For somebody I thought was my saviour
[03:48.590]You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[03:51.520]The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[03:54.350]If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[03:57.250]And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[04:00.150]You make me do too much labour