| Am | Dm7 | F | G | Am | Dsus4Dm | F | G |
AmDm7
Why are you hanging on
F
So tight
G
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Am
Off this island
Dsus4Dm
This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
F
Carefully timed it
G
So let me go
N.C.
And dive into the waves below
AmC
Who tends the orchards?
F
Who fixes up the gables?
E7
Emotional torture
Am
From the head of your high table
C
Who fetches the water
F
From the rocky mountain spring?
E7
And walk back down again
F
To feel your words and their sharp sting
F
And I'm getting fucking tired
AmC
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
FG
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
AmC
For somebody I thought was my saviour
FG
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
AmC
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
FG
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
AmC
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
FG
You make me do too much labour
| Am | Dm | F | G |
AmDm
Apologies for my tongue
F
Never yours
G
Busy lapping from flowing cup
Am
And stabbing with your fork
Dm
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
FG
And weaponise the false incompetence
Am
It's dominance under a guise
(Am) C
If we had a daughter
F
I'd watch and could not save her
E7
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
E7
So now I've gotta run
F
So I can undo this mistake
F
At least I've gotta try
AmC
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
FG
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
AmC
For somebody I thought was my saviour
FG
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
AmC
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking
FG
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
AmC
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
FG
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
AmC
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
FG
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
AmC
It's not an act of love if you make her
FG
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
AmC
Just an appendage, live to attend him
FG
So that he never lifts a finger
AmC
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
FG
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
AmC
It's not an act of love if you make her
FG
You make me do too much labour
AmC
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting. (All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
FG
If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
AmC
For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
FG
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (so that he never lifts a finger)
AmC
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
FG
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
AmC
And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
FG
You make me do too much labour
