Paris Paloma - Labour (Lyrics)_1684264760928
[00:01.08] (One, two, three)
[00:03.99] Why are you hangin' on
[00:07.45] So tight
[00:09.31] To the rope that I'm hangin' from
[00:12.76] Off this island?
[00:15.43] This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
[00:18.62] Carefully timed it
[00:20.48] So let me go
[00:23.40] And dive into the waves below
[00:26.59] Who tends the orchards?
[00:29.25] Who fixes up the gables?
[00:32.18] Emotional torture
[00:34.84] From the head of your high table
[00:37.76] Who fetches the water
[00:40.68] From the rocky mountain spring?
[00:43.62] And walk back down again
[00:45.74] To feel your words and their sharp sting?
[00:50.79] And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
[00:53.98] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:56.90] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[00:59.82] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:02.48] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:05.67] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[01:08.33] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[01:11.25] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:13.91] You make me do too much labour
[01:25.05] (You make me do too much labour)
[01:29.32] Apologies from my tongue
[01:33.03] Never yours
[01:34.89] Busy lapping from flowing cup
[01:37.81] And stabbing with your fork
[01:41.00] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
[01:44.45] And weaponise
[01:46.31] The false incompetence
[01:48.69] It's dominance under guise
[01:52.15] If we had a daughter
[01:55.07] I'd watch and could not save her
[01:57.73] The emotional torture
[02:00.66] From the head of your high table
[02:03.84] She'd do what you taught her
[02:06.49] She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:09.16] So now I've gotta run
[02:11.28] So I can undo this mistake
[02:16.05] At least I've gotta try
[02:19.77] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:22.70] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:25.62] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:28.28] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:31.73] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[02:33.85] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:37.04] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:39.43] You make me do too much labour
[02:42.89] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[02:45.54] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[02:48.20] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[02:50.86] So that he never lifts a finger
[02:54.04] Twenty-four-seven baby machine
[02:56.71] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[02:59.62] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:02.28] You make me do too much labour
[03:05.20] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[03:08.38] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[03:11.04] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:13.96] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:16.89] Twenty-four-seven baby machine
[03:19.55] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:22.46] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:25.38] You make me do too much labour
[03:28.31] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
[03:31.23] If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
[03:33.89] For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
[03:36.80] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
[03:40.28] The callous skin on my hands is crackin' (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
[03:42.40] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[03:45.86] And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
[03:51.17] (One, two, three)
[03:53.29] You make me do too much labour
[00:00.00] Why are you hangin' on
[00:00.00] So tight
[00:00.00] To the rope that I'm hangin' from
[00:00.00] Off this island?
[00:00.00] This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
[00:00.00] Carefully timed it
[00:00.00] So let me go
[00:00.00] And dive into the waves below
[00:00.00] Who tends the orchards?
[00:00.00] Who fixes up the gables?
[00:00.00] Emotional torture
[00:00.00] From the head of your high table
[00:00.00] Who fetches the water
[00:00.00] From the rocky mountain spring?
[00:00.00] And walk back down again
[00:00.00] To feel your words and their sharp sting?
[00:00.00] And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
[00:00.00] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:00.00] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[00:00.00] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[00:00.00] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[00:00.00] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[00:00.00] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[00:00.00] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[00:00.00] You make me do too much labour
[00:00.00] (You make me do too much labour)
[00:00.00] Apologies from my tongue
[00:00.00] Never yours
[00:00.00] Busy lapping from flowing cup
[00:00.00] And stabbing with your fork
[00:00.00] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
[00:00.00] And weaponise
[00:00.00] The false incompetence
[00:00.00] It's dominance under guise
[00:00.00] If we had a daughter
[00:00.00] I'd watch and could not save her
[00:00.00] The emotional torture
[00:00.00] From the head of your high table
[00:00.00] She'd do what you taught her
[00:00.00] She'd meet the same cruel fate
[00:00.00] So now I've gotta run
[00:00.00] So I can undo this mistake
[00:00.00] At least I've gotta try
[00:00.00] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:00.00] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[00:00.00] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[00:00.00] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[00:00.00] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
[00:00.00] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[00:00.00] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[00:00.00] You make me do too much labour
[00:00.00] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[00:00.00] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[00:00.00] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[00:00.00] So that he never lifts a finger
[00:00.00] Twenty-four-seven baby machine
[00:00.00] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[00:00.00] It's not an act of love if you make her
[00:00.00] You make me do too much labour
[00:00.00] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[00:00.00] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
[00:00.00] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[00:00.00] So that he never lifts a finger
[00:00.00] Twenty-four-seven baby machine
[00:00.00] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[00:00.00] It's not an act of love if you make her
[00:00.00] You make me do too much labour
[00:00.00] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
[00:00.00] If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
[00:00.00] For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
[00:00.00] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
[00:00.00] The callous skin on my hands is crackin' (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
[00:00.00] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[00:00.00] And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
[00:00.00] You make me do too much labour
