Bm Why are you hanging onEm7
So tightG
To the rope that I'm hanging Afrom
Off this Bmisland
This was an escape planEsus4 (This was an esEmcape plan)
Carefully tGimed it
So let me go A
Bm Who tends the orchardDs?
Who fixes up the Ggables?
Emotional torF#7ture
From the head of your high taBmble
Who fetches the waterD
From the rocky mountain sGpring?
And walk back down agF#7ain
To feel your words and their sGharp sting
GAnd I'm getting fucking tired
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are bursting
GIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?
BmFor somebody I tDhought was my saviour
You Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labour
BmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is cracking
GIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?
BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamber
GYou make me do tAoo much labour Bm
Bm Em G (AYou make me do too much labour)
BmApologies for my tEmongue
Never yGours
Busy lapping from flowing cAup
And stabbing with your forBmk
I know you're a smart man (EmI know you're a smart man)
And weaponiGse the false incompetAence
It's dominance under a gBmuise
If we had a Bmdaughter
I'd Dwatch and could not Gsave her
The emotional tortF#7ure
From the head of your high tBmable
She'd do what you taught her D
She'd meet the same cruGel fate
So now I've gotta F#7run
So I can undo this miGstake
GAt least I've gotta try
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are bursting
GIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?
BmFor somebody I tDhought was my saviour
You Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labour
BmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is cracking
GIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?
BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamber
GYou make me do tAoo much labour Bm
BmAll day, every day
BmTherapist, mother, maid
BmNymph then a virgin
BmNurse then a servant
BmJust an appendage, live to attend him
BmSo that he never lifts a finger
BmTwenty-four-seven Dbaby machine
So Ghe can live out his pAicket fence dreams
BmIt's not an act of Dlove if you make her
GYou make me do tAoo much labour
BmAll day, every day
DTherapist, mother, maid
GNymph then a virgin
ANurse then a servant
BmJust an appendage, Dlive to attend him
GSo that he never lAifts a finger
BmTwenty-four-seven Dbaby machine
So Ghe can live out his pAicket fence dreams
BmIt's not an act of Dlove if you make her
GYou make me do Atoo much labour
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are bursting.
GIf our love died, Awould that be the
BmFor somebody I tDhought was my saviour
You Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labour
BmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is
GIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?
BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamber
GYou make me do tAoo much labour
