Labour chords by Paris Paloma

Chords with lyrics

• Capo on 2nd

Verse 1:
A minorAm            D MajorD
 Why are you hanging on?
  FF
So tight
               G+G
To the road that I'm headed from
     A minorAm
Off this island


           D MajorD
This was an escape plan This was an escape plan)
      FF
Carefully timed it
So that we'd go
G+G
 And dive into the waves below

Pre-Chorus:
A minorAm           C majorC
 Who tends the orchards?
          FF
Who fixes up the gables?
       E7E7
Emotional torture
              A minorAm
From the head of your high table
         C majorC
Who fetches the water?
             FF
From the rocky mountain spring
          E7E7
And walk back down again?
                   FF
To feel your words and their sharp sting
And I'm getting ******* tired




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

Interlude:
A minorAm   D MajorD  FF  G+G

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

Pre-Chorus:
       C majorC
If we had a daughter
             FF
I'd watch and could not save her
         E7E7
The emotional torture
              A minorAm
From the head of your high table
             C majorC
She'd do what you taught her
              FF
She'd meet the same cruel fate
         E7E7
So now I've gotta run
            FF
So I can undo this mistake
           G+G
At least I've gotta try

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

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

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

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