Chord labour

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 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