One, two, three 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 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 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? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour 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 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 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 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 All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and 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 All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour
AMAZING! I am trying to learn this song and I find it so hard to maintain that delicate head voice she has, but you nailed it! so beautiful! going to subscribe and go watch everything you uploaded, you are beautiful and you have a beautiful voice!
Wow! I got to know this song at a karaoke session the other day, and looked it up right away after that. Found that I don't really like the original as much, but I love your version! I feel like your comparatively deeper voice fits the song so well! You're just a bit too quiet at times :^)
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THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS
One, two, three
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
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
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?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour
You make me do too much labour
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
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 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 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
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then virgin, nurse and 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
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
(The capillaries in my eyes are bursting)
Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant
(If our love died, would that be the worst thing?)
Just an appendage, live to attend him
(For somebody I thought was my saviour)
So that he never lifts a finger
(You sure make me do a whole lot of labour)
24-7, baby machine
(The calloused skin on my hands is crackin')
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
(If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?)
It's not an act of love if you make her
(And the silence haunts our bed chamber)
You make me do too much labour
this is the best cover ive seen so far
Your voice is AMAZING
So good!!
Awesome cover, best one I have heard yet! Did you do the backing vocals also ?
I did! Thank you :))
Beautiful! I'm been a little obsessed with this song myself ; )
great voice, top performance and arrangement, would love to see more👍👍
AMAZING! I am trying to learn this song and I find it so hard to maintain that delicate head voice she has, but you nailed it! so beautiful! going to subscribe and go watch everything you uploaded, you are beautiful and you have a beautiful voice!
i just cannot for the life of me replicate the head voice she does at : So tight
So beautiful she would be proud
Absolutely gorgeous arrangement! ❤️
Isso foi uma das coisas mais lindas quê já ví em toda minha vida!
Absolutely breathtaking
It was a pleasing to listen to your cover.
I can't believe I'm only finding you now. Amazing job
Thank you!!
Wow. Absolutely stunning voice.
Wow!
I got to know this song at a karaoke session the other day, and looked it up right away after that. Found that I don't really like the original as much, but I love your version! I feel like your comparatively deeper voice fits the song so well! You're just a bit too quiet at times :^)
Can you share the guitar chords pretty please???🙏🏻
You’re incredible!!
LOVE IT OMG!!!! I was just wondering, what mic do you use? it sounds really good! :)))
it's a zoom h2n recorder :)) I love it. Zoom in general has good products!
@@Lauratb thank you!!
Beautiful cover❤
Sooooo good
I like your version better than the original
Fantastic 😍😍
Gosh i really love this cover, your voice is amazing (~‾▿‾)~