Kunci: B minor•
Verse 1
(One, two, three)
Bm
Em
Why are you hanging on
A
To the rope that I'm hanging from
This was an escape plan
Em
(this was an escape plan)
G
Carefully timed it so that we'd go
A
And dive into the waves below
Pre-chorus 1
Bm
D
Who tends the orchards?
Bm
From the head of your high table
G
From the rocky mountain spring?
F#
And walk back down again
G
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
Chorus 1
And I'm getting fucking tired
Bm
D
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G
A
Bm
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
D
For somebody I thought was my saviour
G
A
Bm
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
D
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
G
A
Bm
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
D
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G
A
You make me do too much labour
Interlude 1
Bm
Em
G
A
(You make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
Bm
Em
Apologies from my tongue
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 weaponize the false incompetence
Pre-chorus 2
It's dominance under a guise
Bm
D
If we had a daughter
G
I'd watch and could not save her
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
She'd do what you taught her
G
She'd meet the same cruel fate
G
So I can undo this mistake
Chorus 2
At least I've gotta try
Bm
D
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G
A
Bm
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
D
For somebody I thought was my saviour
G
A
Bm
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
D
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
G
A
Bm
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
D
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G
A
You make me do too much labour
Bridge 1
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
Bm
Just an appendage, live to attend him
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
It's not an act of love if you make her
G
A
You make me do too much labour
Bridge 2
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
It's not an act of love if you make her
G
A
You make me do too much labour
Chorus 3
Bm
D
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
G
A
Bm
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
D
For somebody I thought was my saviour
G
A
Bm
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
D
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
G
A
Bm
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
D
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G
A
You make me do too much labour
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