labour-Paris-Paloma

[00:04.09] Why are you hangin' on

[00:07.62] So tight

[00:10.01] To the rope that I'm hangin' from

[00:13.22] Off this island?

[00:15.34] This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)

[00:18.81] Carefully timed it

[00:21.21] So let me go

[00:23.33] And dive into the waves below

[00:27.05] Who tends the orchards?

[00:29.96] Who fixes up the gables?

[00:32.38] Emotional torture

[00:35.83] From the head of your high table

[00:38.22] Who fetches the water

[00:41.40] From the rocky mountain spring?

[00:43.81] And walk back down again

[00:46.21] To feel your words and their sharp sting?

[00:50.73] And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired

[00:54.23] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting

[00:56.87] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?

[01:00.08] For somebody I thought was my saviour

[01:02.46] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour

[01:05.65] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'

[01:08.34] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?

[01:11.26] And the silence haunts our bed chamber

[01:14.19] You make me do too much labour

[01:26.43] (You make me do too much labour)

[01:30.14] Apologies from my tongue

[01:33.59] Never yours

[01:35.72] Busy lapping from flowing cup

[01:38.38] And stabbing with your fork

[01:41.88] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)

[01:45.34] And weaponise

[01:46.96] The false incompetence

[01:49.61] It's dominance under guise

[01:52.79] If we had a daughter

[01:55.45] I'd watch and could not save her

[01:58.11] The emotional torture

[02:01.04] From the head of your high table

[02:03.96] She'd do what you taught her

[02:06.90] She'd meet the same cruel fate

[02:09.56] So now I've gotta run

[02:11.95] So I can undo this mistake

[02:17.00] At least I've gotta try

[02:20.46] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting

[02:22.85] If our love died, would that be the worst thing?

[02:25.77] For somebody I thought was my saviour

[02:28.42] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour

[02:31.34] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'

[02:33.73] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?

[02:35.33] And the silence haunts our bed chamber

[02:39.86] You make me do too much labour

[02:42.78] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

[02:45.73] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant

[02:48.67] Just an appendage, live to attend him

[02:51.59] So that he never lifts a finger

[02:54.25] 24/7 baby machine

[02:56.91] So he can live out his picket fence dreams

[03:00.10] It's not an act of love if you make her

[03:02.50] You make me do too much labour

[03:05.72] All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

[03:08.64] Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant

[03:11.56] Just an appendage, live to attend him

[03:14.22] So that he never lifts a finger

[03:17.14] 24/7 baby machine

[03:19.81] So he can live out his picket fence dreams

[03:23.00] It's not an act of love if you make her

[03:25.66] You make me do too much labour

[03:28.60] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)

[03:31.27] If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)

[03:35.28] For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)

[03:37.14] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)

[03:40.06] The calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 baby machine)

[03:42.72] If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)

[03:45.66] And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)

[03:48.36] You make me do too much labour