None of them
Verse 1
Bm Em7
Why are you hanging on?
G
So tight
A
To this 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
N.C.
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
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 Bm
You make me do too much labour
Bm Em G A
(you make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
Bm Em
Apologies for my tongue
G
And never yours
Asus4
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
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
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 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 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
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