Kunci: B minor
Verse 1
(One, two, three)
Am
Dm
Why are you hanging on
G
To the rope that I'm hanging from
This was an escape plan
Dm
(this was an escape plan)
F
Carefully timed it so that we'd go
G
And dive into the waves below
Pre-chorus 1
Am
C
Who tends the orchards?
Am
From the head of your high table
F
From the rocky mountain spring?
F
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
Chorus 1
And I'm getting fucking tired
Am
C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F
G
Am
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
F
G
Am
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F
G
Am
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
F
G
You make me do too much labour
Interlude 1
Am
Dm
F
G
(You make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
Am
Dm
Apologies from my tongue
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 weaponize the false incompetence
Pre-chorus 2
It's dominance under a guise
Am
C
If we had a daughter
F
I'd watch and could not save her
Am
From the head of your high table
C
She'd do what you taught her
F
She'd meet the same cruel fate
F
So I can undo this mistake
Chorus 2
At least I've gotta try
Am
C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F
G
Am
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
F
G
Am
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F
G
Am
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
F
G
You make me do too much labour
Bridge 1
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
Am
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Am
C
Twenty-four seven baby machine
F
G
So he can live out 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
Bridge 2
F
G
Nymph then a virgin, 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
G
So he can live out 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 3
Am
C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F
G
Am
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
F
G
Am
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F
G
Am
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
F
G
You make me do too much labour
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