Bm Em
Why are you hanging on?
G
So tight
A
To the road that I'm headed from
Bm
Off this island
Bm Em
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
G
Carefully timed it
A
So that we'd go
-
And dive into the waves below
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
Bm Em
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G A
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Bm Em
For somebody I thought was my saviour
G A
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Bm Em
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
G A
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Bm Em
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A Bm
You make me do too much labour
( Bm Em G A )
(You make me do too much labour)
Bm Em
Apologies for my tongue
G
And never yours
A
Busy lapping from a 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
Bm
If we had a daughter
Em G
I'd watch and could not save her
F#7
The emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
Em
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
Bm Em
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G A
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Bm Em
For somebody I thought was my saviour
G A
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Bm Em
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
G A
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Bm Em
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A Bm
You make me do too much labour
Bm
All day, every day
Em
Therapist, mother, maid
G
Nymph then a virgin
A
Nurse than a servant
Bm Em
Just an appendage, live to attend him
G A
So that he never lifts a finger
Bm Em
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
G A
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Bm Em
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
Em
Therapist, mother, maid
G
Nymph then a virgin
A
Nurse than a servant
Bm Em
Just an appendage, live to attend him
G A
So that he never lifts a finger
Bm Em
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
G A
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Bm Em
It's not an act of love if you make her
G A
You make me do too much labour
Bm Em
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 Em
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 Em
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 Em
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
