Labour chords by Paris Paloma

• Capo on 2nd

Verse 1:
Am            D
 Why are you hanging on?
  F
So tight
               G
To the road that I'm headed from
     Am
Off this island


           D
This was an escape plan This was an escape plan)
      F
Carefully timed it
So that we'd go
G

 And dive into the waves below

Pre-Chorus:
Am           C
 Who tends the orchards?
          F
Who fixes up the gables?
       E7
Emotional torture
              Am
From the head of your high table
         C
Who fetches the water?
             F
From the rocky mountain spring
          E7
And walk back down again?
                   F
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting ******* tired





Chorus:
   Am         C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F          G
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Am         C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
   F         G
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Am             C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F          G
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Am         C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
 F        G
You make me do too much labour

Interlude:
Am   D  F  G






Verse 2:
Am           D
 Apologies from my tongue
      F
And never yours
               G
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
              Am
And stabbing me with your fork
              D
I know you're a smart man I know you're a smart man)
     F           G
And weaponize the false incompetence
            Am
It's dominance under a guise

Pre-Chorus:
       C
If we had a daughter
             F
I'd watch and could not save her
         E7
The emotional torture
              Am
From the head of your high table
             C
She'd do what you taught her
              F
She'd meet the same cruel fate
         E7
So now I've gotta run
            F
So I can undo this mistake
           G
At least I've gotta try

Chorus:
   Am         C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F          G
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Am         C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
   F         G
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Am             C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F          G
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Am         C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
 F        G
You make me do too much labour

Bridge:
Am
All day, every day
 C
Therapist, mother, maid
 F
Nymph then a virgin
 G
Nurse than a servant
 Am          C
Just an appendage, live to attend him
 F         G
So that he never lifts a finger
 Am         C
Twenty-four seven baby machine
  F           G
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Am          C
It's not an act of love if you make her
 F        G
You make me do too much labour

Verse 3:
Am
All day, every day
 C
Therapist, mother, maid
 F
Nymph then a virgin
 G
Nurse than a servant
 Am          C
Just an appendage, live to attend him
 F         G
So that he never lifts a finger
 Am         C
Twenty-four seven baby machine
  F           G
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
Am          C
It's not an act of love if you make her
 F        G
You make me do too much labour

Chorus:
   Am         C
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
F          G
If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Am         C
For somebody I thought was my saviour
   F         G
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
Am             C
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
F          G
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Am         C
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
 F        G      Am
You make me do too much labour