Paris Paloma - labour
[00:00.00] Why are you hanging on
[00:07.90] So tight
[00:09.40] To the rope that I'm hanging from
[00:13.50] Off this island?
[00:15.60] This was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
[00:18.60] Carefully timed it so that we'd go
[00:23.80] And dive into the waves below
[00:26.80] Who tends the orchards?
[00:29.40] Who fixes up the gables?
[00:32.40] Emotional torture
[00:35.40] From the head of your high table
[00:37.30] Who fetches the water
[00:40.70] From the rocky mountain spring?
[00:44.20] And walk back down again
[00:46.30] To feel your words and their sharp sting?
[00:51.20] And I'm getting fucking tired
[00:54.00] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[00:57.30] If our love died would that be the worst thing?
[01:00.00] For somebody that I thought was my saviour
[01:03.30] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[01:06.30] The callous skin on my hands is cracking
[01:09.20] If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
[01:12.30] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[01:14.40] You make me do too much labour
[01:29.40] Apologies from my tongue, And never yours
[01:35.60] Busy lapping from flowing cup And stabbing with your fork
[01:41.80] I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
[01:45.10] And weaponize the false incompetence
[01:49.20] It's dominance under a guise
[01:52.70] If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her
[01:58.40] The emotional torture from the head of your high table
[02:04.30] She'd do what you taught her, She'd meet the same cruel fate
[02:10.20] So now I've gotta run so I can undo this mistake
[02:16.80] At least I've gotta try
[02:20.20] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[02:23.20] If our love died would that be the worst thing?
[02:26.20] For somebody that I thought was my saviour
[02:29.10] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[02:31.80] The callous skin on my hands is cracking
[02:34.25] If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
[02:38.20] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[02:40.10] You make me do too much labour
[02:42.90] All day, every day
[02:44.90] Therapist, mother, maid
[02:46.20] Nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant
[02:47.70] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[02:51.90] So that he never lifts a finger
[02:54.60] Twenty-four seven baby machine
[02:57.40] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:00.40] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:03.40] You make me do too much labour
[03:06.30] All day, every day
[03:07.40] Therapist, mother, maid
[03:09.30] Nymph then a virgin, nurse than a servant
[03:11.60] Just an appendage, live to attend him
[03:14.70] So that he never lifts a finger
[03:17.30] Twenty-four seven baby machine
[03:20.20] So he can live out his picket fence dreams
[03:23.30] It's not an act of love if you make her
[03:26.30] You make me do too much labour
[03:28.90] The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
[03:31.90] If our love died would that be the worst thing?
[03:34.90] For somebody that I thought was my saviour
[03:37.20] You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
[03:40.30] The callous skin on my hands is cracking
[03:42.60] If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
[03:46.40] And the silence haunts our bed chamber
[03:48.40] You make me do too much labour
