Capo : fret 2
Am Dm
why are you hanging on..
F
so tight..
G
to the rope that I'm hanging from..
Am
off this island
Dm
this was an escape plan
(this was an escape plan)
F
carefully timed it so let me go
G
and dive into the waves below
Am C
who tends the orchards?
F
who fixes up the gables?
E
emotional torture..
Am
from the head of your high table
C
who fetches the water..
F
from the rocky mountain spring?
E
and walk back down again
F
to feel your words and their sharp sting
F
and I'm getting fucking tired..
Chorus :
Am C
the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F
if our love died,
G
would that be the worst thing?
Am C
for somebody I thought was my saviour
F
you sure make me do
G
a whole lot of labour
Am
the calloused skin
C
on my hands is cracking
F
if our love ends,
G
would that be a bad thing?
Am C
and the silence haunts our bed chamber
F G
you make me do.. too much labour
Int. : Am Dm F G
(you make me do
too much labour)
Am Dm
apologies for my tongue..
F
never yours
G
busy lapping from flowing cup..
Am
and stabbing with your fork..
I know you're a smart man
Dm
(I know you're a smart man)
F G
and weaponise.. the false incompetence
Am
it's dominance under a guise..
C
if we had a daughter..
F
I'd watch and could not save her
E
the emotional torture..
Am
from the head of your high table
C
she'd do what you taught her
F
she'd meet the same cruel fate
E
so now I've gotta run
F
so I can undo this mistake..
F
at least I've gotta try..
Chorus :
Am C
the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F
if our love died,
G
would that be the worst thing?
Am C
for somebody I thought was my saviour
F
you sure make me do
G
a whole lot of labour
Am
the calloused skin
C
on my hands is cracking
F
if our love ends,
G
would that be a bad thing?
Am C
and the silence haunts our bed chamber
F G
you make me do.. too much labour
Am
all day, every day
Am
therapist, mother, maid
Am
nymph, then a virgin
Am
nurse, then a servant
Am
just an appendage, live to attend him
Am
so that he never lifts a finger
Am C
twenty-four-seven baby machine
F
so he can live out
G
his picket fence dreams
Am C
it's not an act of love if you make her
F G
you make me do too much labour
Am
all day, every day
C
therapist, mother, maid
F
nymph, then a virgin
G
nurse, then a servant
Am C
just an appendage, live to attend him
F G
so that he never lifts a finger
Am C
twenty-four-seven baby machine
F
so he can live out
G
his picket fence dreams
Am C
it's not an act of love if you make her
F G
you make me do too much labour
Chorus :
Am C
the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F
if our love died,
G
would that be the worst thing?
Am C
for somebody I thought was my saviour
F
you sure make me do
G
a whole lot of labour
Am
the calloused skin
C
on my hands is cracking
F
if our love ends,
G
would that be a bad thing?
Am C
and the silence haunts our bed chamber
F G
you make me do.. too much labour
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| ORIGINAL CHORD |
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Bm Em
why are you hanging on..
G
so tight..
A
to the rope that I'm hanging from..
Bm
off this island
Em
this was an escape plan
(this was an escape plan)
G
carefully timed it so let me go
A
and dive into the waves below
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
G
and I'm getting fucking tired..
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
you sure make me do
A
a whole lot of labour
Bm
the calloused skin
D
on my hands is cracking
G
if our love ends,
A
would that be a bad thing?
Bm D
and the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A
you make me do.. too much labour
Int. : Bm Em G A
(you make me do
too much labour)
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..
D
if we had a daughter..
G
I'd watch and could not save her
F#
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#
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
if our love died,
A
would that be the worst thing?
Bm D
for somebody I thought was my saviour
G
you sure make me do
A
a whole lot of labour
Bm
the calloused skin
D
on my hands is cracking
G
if our love ends,
A
would that be a bad thing?
Bm D
and the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A
you make me do.. too much labour
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
so he can live out
A
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
so he can live out
A
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
you sure make me do
A
a whole lot of labour
Bm
the calloused skin
D
on my hands is cracking
G
if our love ends,
A
would that be a bad thing?
Bm D
and the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A
you make me do.. too much labour
Chord labour - Paris Paloma
