音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Paris Paloma
声乐
作曲和作词
Paris Paloma
词曲作者
制作和工程
Justin Glasco
制作人
Ryan Lipman
混音工程师
Ted Jensen
母带工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Why are you hanging on so tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from?
Off this island
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it
So let me go
And dive into the waves below
[Verse 2]
Who tends the orchards?
Who fixes up the gables?
Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
Who fetches the water
From the rocky mountain spring?
And walk back down again
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting fucking tired
[Chorus]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour (You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 3]
Apologies from my tongue, and never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
And weaponise
The false incompetence
It's dominance under a guise
[Verse 4]
If we had a daughter
I'd watch and could not save her
The emotional torture
From the head of your high table
She'd do what you taught her
She'd meet the same cruel fate
So now, I've gotta run
So I can undo this mistake
At least I've gotta try
[Chorus]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
[Bridge]
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin
Nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage
Live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
[Bridge]
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin
Nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage
Live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
[Outro]
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
Written by: Paris Paloma
