labour(Radio Edit)
Why are you hanging on
- Why are you hanging on
- So tight
- To the rope that Im hanging from
- Off this island
- This was an escape plan
- Carefully timed it
- So let me go
- And dive into the waves below
- 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 you words and their sharp sting
- And I am getting tired
- 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
- Apologies from my tongue
- Never yours
- Busy lapping from flowing cup
- And stabbing with your fork
- I know youre a smart man
- And weaponise
- The false incompetence
- Its dominance under guise
- If we had a daughter
- Id watch and could not save her
- The emotional torture
- From the head of your high table
- Shed do what you taught her
- Shed meet the same cruel fate
- So now Ive gotta run
- So I can undo this mistake
- At least Ive gotta try
- 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
- All day every day therapist mother maid
- Nymph then virgin nurse then a servant
- Just an appendage live to attend him
- So that he never lifts a finger
- 247 baby machine
- So he can live out his picket fence dreams
- Its not an act of love if you make her
- You make me do too much labour
- All day every day therapist mother maid
- Nymph then virgin nurse then a servant
- Just an appendage live to attend him
- So that he never lifts a finger
- 247 baby machine
- So he can live out his picket fence dreams
- Its not an act of love if you make her
- You make me do too much labour
- 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
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