Intro
(One, two three)
Verse 1
[Bm] Why are you hanging on[Em7]
So tight[G]
To the rope that I'm hanging [A]from
Off this [Bm]island
This was an escape plan[Esus4] (This was an es[Em]cape plan)
Carefully t[G]imed it
So let me go [A]
N.C.
And dive into the waves below
Pre-Chorus
[Bm] Who tends the orchard[D]s?
Who fixes up the [G]gables?
Emotional tor[F#7]ture
From the head of your high ta[Bm]ble
Who fetches the water[D]
From the rocky mountain s[G]pring?
And walk back down ag[F#7]ain
To feel your words and their s[G]harp sting
[G]And I'm getting fucking tired
Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the worst thing?
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is cracking
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour [Bm]
Post-Chorus
[Bm] [Em] [G] ([A]You make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
[Bm]Apologies for my t[Em]ongue
Never y[G]ours
Busy lapping from flowing c[A]up
And stabbing with your for[Bm]k
I know you're a smart man ([Em]I know you're a smart man)
And weaponi[G]se the false incompet[A]ence
It's dominance under a g[Bm]uise
Pre-Chorus
If we had a [Bm]daughter
I'd [D]watch and could not [G]save her
The emotional tort[F#7]ure
From the head of your high t[Bm]able
She'd do what you taught her [D]
She'd meet the same cru[G]el fate
So now I've gotta [F#7]run
So I can undo this mi[G]stake
[G]At least I've gotta try
Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the worst thing?
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is cracking
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour [Bm]
Bridge
[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]Twenty-four-seven [D]baby machine
So [G]he can live out his p[A]icket fence dreams
[Bm]It's not an act of [D]love if you make her
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour
[Bm]All day, every day
[D]Therapist, mother, maid
[G]Nymph then a virgin
[A]Nurse then a servant
[Bm]Just an appendage, [D]live to attend him
[G]So that he never l[A]ifts a finger
[Bm]Twenty-four-seven [D]baby machine
So [G]he can live out his p[A]icket fence dreams
[Bm]It's not an act of [D]love if you make her
[G]You make me do [A]too much labour
Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting.
(All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the
worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
(so that he never lifts a finger)
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is
cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour
(One, two three)
Verse 1
[Bm] Why are you hanging on[Em7]
So tight[G]
To the rope that I'm hanging [A]from
Off this [Bm]island
This was an escape plan[Esus4] (This was an es[Em]cape plan)
Carefully t[G]imed it
So let me go [A]
N.C.
And dive into the waves below
Pre-Chorus
[Bm] Who tends the orchard[D]s?
Who fixes up the [G]gables?
Emotional tor[F#7]ture
From the head of your high ta[Bm]ble
Who fetches the water[D]
From the rocky mountain s[G]pring?
And walk back down ag[F#7]ain
To feel your words and their s[G]harp sting
[G]And I'm getting fucking tired
Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the worst thing?
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is cracking
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour [Bm]
Post-Chorus
[Bm] [Em] [G] ([A]You make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
[Bm]Apologies for my t[Em]ongue
Never y[G]ours
Busy lapping from flowing c[A]up
And stabbing with your for[Bm]k
I know you're a smart man ([Em]I know you're a smart man)
And weaponi[G]se the false incompet[A]ence
It's dominance under a g[Bm]uise
Pre-Chorus
If we had a [Bm]daughter
I'd [D]watch and could not [G]save her
The emotional tort[F#7]ure
From the head of your high t[Bm]able
She'd do what you taught her [D]
She'd meet the same cru[G]el fate
So now I've gotta [F#7]run
So I can undo this mi[G]stake
[G]At least I've gotta try
Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the worst thing?
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is cracking
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour [Bm]
Bridge
[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]Twenty-four-seven [D]baby machine
So [G]he can live out his p[A]icket fence dreams
[Bm]It's not an act of [D]love if you make her
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour
[Bm]All day, every day
[D]Therapist, mother, maid
[G]Nymph then a virgin
[A]Nurse then a servant
[Bm]Just an appendage, [D]live to attend him
[G]So that he never l[A]ifts a finger
[Bm]Twenty-four-seven [D]baby machine
So [G]he can live out his p[A]icket fence dreams
[Bm]It's not an act of [D]love if you make her
[G]You make me do [A]too much labour
Chorus
[Bm]The capillaries in my [D]eyes are bursting.
(All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
[G]If our love died, [A]would that be the
worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
[Bm]For somebody I t[D]hought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You [G]sure make me do a [A]whole lot of labour
(so that he never lifts a finger)
[Bm]The calloused skin on my [D]hands is
cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
[G]If our love ends, [A]would that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
[Bm]And the silence [D]haunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
[G]You make me do t[A]oo much labour
