[verse 1] Bm Em7 Why are you hanging on G So tight A To the rope that I'm hanging from Bm Off this island Esus4 Em This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) G Carefully timed it A So let me 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 G To feel your words and their sharp sting G And I'm getting fucking tired [chorus] Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting G A If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour G A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The calloused skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm D And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A You make me do too much labour [post-chorus] Bm Em G A (You make me do too much labour) [verse 2] Bm Em Apologies for my tongue G Never yours A Busy lapping from flowing cup Bm And stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man Em (I know you're a smart man) G A And weaponise the false incompetence Bm It's dominance under a guise [pre-chorus] If we had a daughter D 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 [chorus] Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting G A If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour G A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The calloused skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm D And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A You make me do too much labour [bridge] Bm All day, every day Bm Therapist, mother, maid Bm Nymph then a virgin Bm Nurse then a servant Bm Just an appendage, live to attend him Bm So that he never lifts a finger Bm D Twenty-four-seven baby machine G A So he can live out his picket fence dreams Bm D It's not an act of love if you make her G A You make me do too much labour Bm All day, every day D Therapist, mother, maid G Nymph then a virgin A Nurse then a servant Bm D Just an appendage, live to attend him G A So that he never lifts a finger Bm D Twenty-four-seven baby machine G A So he can live out his picket fence dreams Bm D 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. G If our love died, A would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour G A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The calloused skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm D And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A You make me do too much labour
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