Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
(One, two, three)
Dm
Gm
Why are you hanging on
C
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Dm
Off this island?
This was an escape plan
Gm
(this was an escape plan)
Bb
Carefully timed it so that we'd go
C
And dive into the waves below
Pre-chorus 1
Dm
F
Who tends the orchards?
Bb
Who fixes up the gables?
A
Emotional torture
Dm
From the head of your high table
F
Who fetches the water
Bb
From the rocky mountain spring?
A
And walk back down again
Bb
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
Chorus 1
And I'm getting fucking tired
Dm
F
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
Bb
C
Dm
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
F
For somebody I thought was my saviour
Bb
C
Dm
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
F
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
Bb
C
Dm
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
F
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
Bb
C
You make me do too much labour
Interlude 1
Dm
Gm
Bb
C
(You make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
Dm
Gm
Apologies from my tongue
Bb
And never yours
C
Busy lapping from flowing cup
Dm
And stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man
Gm
(I know you're a smart man)
Bb
C
And weaponize the false incompetence
Pre-chorus 2
It's dominance under a guise
Dm
F
If we had a daughter
Bb
I'd watch and could not save her
A
Emotional torture
Dm
From the head of your high table
F
She'd do what you taught her
Bb
She'd meet the same cruel fate
A
So now I've gotta run
Bb
So I can undo this mistake
Chorus 2
At least I've gotta try
Dm
F
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
Bb
C
Dm
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
F
For somebody I thought was my saviour
Bb
C
Dm
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
F
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
Bb
C
Dm
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
F
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
Bb
C
You make me do too much labour
Bridge 1
Dm
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
Dm
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Dm
F
Twenty-four seven baby machine
Bb
C
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Dm
F
It's not an act of love if you make her
Bb
C
You make me do too much labour
Bridge 2
Dm
All day, every day
F
Therapist, mother, maid
Bb
C
Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant
Dm
F
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Bb
C
So that he never lifts a finger
Dm
F
Twenty-four seven baby machine
Bb
C
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Dm
F
It's not an act of love if you make her
Bb
C
You make me do too much labour
Chorus 3
Dm
F
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
Bb
C
Dm
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
F
For somebody I thought was my saviour
Bb
C
Dm
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
F
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
Bb
C
Dm
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?
F
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
Bb
C
You make me do too much labour
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