Bm Em
Why are you hanging on
G
So tight
A
To the rope that Iʼm hanging from
Bm
Off this island
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#
Emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
Who fetches the water
G
From the rocky mountain spring?
F#
And walk back down again
G
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And Iʼm 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
Instrumental:Bm Em G ABm Em
Apologies for my tongue
G
Never yours
A
Busy lapping from flowing cup
Bm
And stabbing with your fork
Em
I know youʼre a smart man (I know youʼre a smart man)
G A
And weaponise the false incompetence
Bm
Itʼs dominance under a guise
Pre-Chorus: D
If we had a daughter
G
Iʼd watch and could not save her
F#
The emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
Sheʼd do what you taught her
G
Sheʼd meet the same cruel fate
F#
So now Iʼve gotta run
G
So I can undo this mistake
At least Iʼve 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, therapist, mother, maid
Bm
Nymph then a virgin, 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
Itʼs not an act of love if you make her
G A
You make me do too much labour
Bm D
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
G A
Nymph then a virgin, 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
Itʼs 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 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
