Paris Paloma - Labour (Lyrics)

Paris Paloma - Labour (Lyrics) For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour For more quality music subscribe here ➡ http://bit.ly/sub2thvbgd We're on Spotify ➡ https://spoti.fi/37r55sT 🔔 Turn on notifications to stay updated with new uploads! ✖ Stream / Download: https://parispaloma.ffm.to/labour ✖ Follow Paris Paloma: https://www.instagram.com/parispalomaofficial/ https://www.tiktok.com/@parispalomaofficial/ 🎤 Lyrics "Paris Paloma - Labour" Why are you hanging on So tight To the rope that I’m 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’m getting fucking 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 ended, would that be a bad thing As 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 you’re a smart man And weaponise The false incompetence It’s dominance under guise 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 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 ended, would that be a bad thing As the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do