Intro: -One, two three- 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 -nc- And dive into the waves below Pre-Chorus: Bm D Who tends the orchards? G Who fixes up the gables? Gb7 Emotional torture Bm From the head of your high table D Who fetches the water G From the rocky mountain spring? Gb7 And walk back down again G To feel your words and their sharp sting G And I'm getting xxxxing 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 Bm 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 Em I know you're a smart man -I know you're a smart man- G A And weaponise the false incompetence Bm It's dominance under a guise Pre-Chorus: Bm If we had a daughter D G I'd watch and could not save her Gb7 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 Gb7 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 Bm 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. -All day, every day, therapist mother maid- G A 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- G A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour -so that he never lifts a finger- Bm D The calloused 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 D And the silence haunts our bed chamber -It's not an act of love if you make her- G A You make me do too much labour
