labour
[00:04.28] Labour - Paris Paloma
[00:04.40] One, two, three
[00:06.79] Why are you hanging on so tight
[00:12.10] To the rope that I'm hanging from?
[00:15.03] Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
[00:21.15] Carefully timed it, so let me go
[00:25.38] And dive into the waves below
[00:28.50] Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
[00:34.60] Emotional torture from the head of your high table
[00:39.91] Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring?
[00:46.28] And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting
[00:52.95] And I'm getting fucking tired
[00:57.18] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[01:00.28] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[01:02.93] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[01:05.78] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:08.71] The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[01:11.63] If our love ended, would that be a bad thing?
[01:14.29] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:17.22] You make me do too much labour
[01:31.56] You make me do too much labour
[01:32.84] Apologies from my tongue, and never yours
[01:37.00] Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
[01:43.11] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise
[01:49.73] The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise
[01:55.26] If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[02:01.09] The emotional torture, from the head of your high table
[02:07.20] She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:12.25] So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake
[02:18.08] At least I've gotta try
[02:22.78] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:25.70] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
[02:28.63] For somebody I thought was my saviour
[02:31.55] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:34.49] The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
[02:37.39] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
[02:40.04] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:42.97] You make me do too much labour
[02:46.17] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[02:48.23] Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
[02:50.89] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[02:53.79] So that he never lifts a finger
[02:56.72] 24-7, baby machine
[02:59.38] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:02.31] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:05.75] You make me do too much labour
[03:08.68] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
[03:11.33] Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant
[03:14.27] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:16.67] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:19.85] 24-7, baby machine
[03:22.25] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:25.45] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:28.81] You make me do too much labour
[03:31.36] All day, every day (the capillaries in my eyes)
[03:32.72] Therapist, mother, maid (are bursting)
[03:34.58] Nymph then virgin (if our love died)
[03:35.90] Nurse and a servant (would that be the worst thing?)
[03:37.50] Just an appendage (for somebody)
[03:38.82] Live to attend him (I thought was my saviour)
[03:40.07] So that (you sure make)
[03:41.41] He never lifts a finger (me do a whole lot of labour)
[03:43.00] 24-7 (the calloused skin on)
[03:44.36] Baby machine (my hands is crackin')
[03:45.69] So he can live out (if our love ends)
[03:47.29] His picket fence dreams (would that be a bad thing?)
[03:48.61] It's not an act of love (and the silence)
[03:50.21] If you make her (haunts our bed chamber)
[03:51.79] You make me do too much labour
