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