[Verse 1]
Bm Em7
Why are you hanging on?
G
So tight
To the road that
A
I'm headed from
Bm
Off this island
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This was an escape plan
Esus4 Em
(This was an escape plan)
G
Carefully timed it
A
So that we'd go
And dive into the
waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
Bm D
Who tends the orchards?
G
Who fixes up the gables?
F#7
Emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
Who fetches the water?
G
From the rocky mountain spring
F#7
And walk back down again?
To feel your words and
G
their sharp sting
G
And I'm getting fcking tired
[Chorus] Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting A7 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour A7 A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The callous skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm DM7 And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A You make me do too Bm much labour Bm Em G A (you make me do too much labour) [Verse 2] Bm Em Apologies for my tone G And never yours Asus4 Busy lapping from a flowing cup Bm And stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man Em (I know you're a smart man) G And weaponise the A false incompetence Bm It's dominance under a guise
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[Pre-Chorus]
Bm
If we had a daughter
G
I'd watch and could not save her
F#7
The emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
She'd do what you taught her
G
She'd meet the same cruel fate
F#7
So now I've gotta run
G
So I can undo this mistake
G
At least I've gotta try
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[Chorus] Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting A7 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour A7 A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The callous skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm DM7 And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A You make me do too Bm much labour [Bridge] Bm All day, every day Bm Therapist, mother, maid Bm Nymph then a virgin Bm Nurse than a servant Bm Just an appendage, live to attend him Bm So that he never lifts a finger Bm Twenty-four-seven baby machine G A So he can live out his picket fence dreams Bm It's not an act of love if you make her G A You make me do too much labour [Verse 3] Bm All day, every day D Therapist, mother, maid G Nymph then a virgin A Nurse than a servant Bm Just an appendage, live to attend him G A So that he never lifts a finger Bm Twenty-four-seven baby machine G A So he can live out his picket fence dreams Bm It's not an act of love if you make her G A You make me do too much labour [Chorus] Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting. (All day, every day, therapist mother maid) A7 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant) Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) A7 A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (so that he never lifts a finger) Bm D The callous skin on my hands is cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine) G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) Bm DM7 And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her) G A Bm You make me do too much labour
