Berikut kunci gitar lengkap lagu labour dari Paris Paloma. Gunakan tombol ▲▼ untuk transpose ke nada yang sesuai suaramu, dan tombol ▶ untuk auto-scroll saat bermain.
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