Paris Paloma

LABOUR (the cacophony)

Why are you hangin' on so tight
To the rope that I'm hangin' 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 your words and their sharp sting?