Why Are You Hanging On..
So Tight..
To The Rope That I'm Hanging From..
Off This Island
This Was An Escape Plan
(This Was An Escape Plan)
Carefully Timed It So Let Me Go
And Dive Into The Waves Below
Who Tends The Orchards?
Who Fixes Up The Gables?
Emotional Torture..
From The Head Of Your High Table
Who Fetches The Water..
From The Rocky Mountain Spring?
And Walk Back Down Again
To Feel Your Words And Their Sharp Sting
And I'm Getting Fucking Tired..
Chorus :
The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died,
Would That Be The Worst Thing?
For Somebody I Thought Was My Saviour
You Sure Make Me Do
A Whole Lot Of Labour
The Calloused Skin
On My Hands Is Cracking
If Our Love Ends,
Would That Be A Bad Thing?
And The Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do.. Too Much Labour
(You Make Me Do
Too Much Labour)
Apologies For My Tongue..
Never Yours
Busy Lapping From Flowing Cup..
And Stabbing With Your Fork..
I Know You're A Smart Man
(I Know You're A Smart Man)
And Weaponise.. The False Incompetence
It's Dominance Under A Guise..
If We Had A Daughter..
I'd Watch And Could Not Save Her
The Emotional Torture..
From The Head Of Your High Table
She'd Do What You Taught Her
She'd Meet The Same Cruel Fate
So Now I've Gotta Run
So I Can Undo This Mistake..
At Least I've Gotta Try..
Chorus :
The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died,
Would That Be The Worst Thing?
For Somebody I Thought Was My Saviour
You Sure Make Me Do
A Whole Lot Of Labour
The Calloused Skin
On My Hands Is Cracking
If Our Love Ends,
Would That Be A Bad Thing?
And The Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do.. Too Much Labour
All Day, Every Day
Therapist, Mother, Maid
Nymph, Then A Virgin
Nurse, Then A Servant
Just An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
So That He Never Lifts A Finger
Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine
So He Can Live Out
His Picket Fence Dreams
It's Not An Act Of Love If You Make Her
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour
All Day, Every Day
Therapist, Mother, Maid
Nymph, Then A Virgin
Nurse, Then A Servant
Just An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
So That He Never Lifts A Finger
Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine
So He Can Live Out
His Picket Fence Dreams
It's Not An Act Of Love If You Make Her
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour
Chorus :
The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died,
Would That Be The Worst Thing?
For Somebody I Thought Was My Saviour
You Sure Make Me Do
A Whole Lot Of Labour
The Calloused Skin
On My Hands Is Cracking
If Our Love Ends,
Would That Be A Bad Thing?
And The Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do.. Too Much Labour
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|Original Chord |
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Why Are You Hanging On..
So Tight..
To The Rope That I'm Hanging From..
Off This Island
This Was An Escape Plan
(This Was An Escape Plan)
Carefully Timed It So Let Me Go
And Dive Into The Waves Below
Who Tends The Orchards?
Who Fixes Up The Gables?
Emotional Torture..
From The Head Of Your High Table
Who Fetches The Water..
From The Rocky Mountain Spring?
And Walk Back Down Again
To Feel Your Words And Their Sharp Sting
And I'm Getting Fucking Tired..
Chorus :
The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died,
Would That Be The Worst Thing?
For Somebody I Thought Was My Saviour
You Sure Make Me Do
A Whole Lot Of Labour
The Calloused Skin
On My Hands Is Cracking
If Our Love Ends,
Would That Be A Bad Thing?
And The Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do.. Too Much Labour
(You Make Me Do
Too Much Labour)
Apologies For My Tongue..
Never Yours
Busy Lapping From Flowing Cup..
And Stabbing With Your Fork..
I Know You're A Smart Man
(I Know You're A Smart Man)
And Weaponise.. The False Incompetence
It's Dominance Under A Guise..
If We Had A Daughter..
I'd Watch And Could Not Save Her
The Emotional Torture..
From The Head Of Your High Table
She'd Do What You Taught Her
She'd Meet The Same Cruel Fate
So Now I've Gotta Run
So I Can Undo This Mistake..
At Least I've Gotta Try..
Chorus :
The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died,
Would That Be The Worst Thing?
For Somebody I Thought Was My Saviour
You Sure Make Me Do
A Whole Lot Of Labour
The Calloused Skin
On My Hands Is Cracking
If Our Love Ends,
Would That Be A Bad Thing?
And The Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do.. Too Much Labour
All Day, Every Day
Therapist, Mother, Maid
Nymph, Then A Virgin
Nurse, Then A Servant
Just An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
So That He Never Lifts A Finger
Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine
So He Can Live Out
His Picket Fence Dreams
It's Not An Act Of Love If You Make Her
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour
All Day, Every Day
Therapist, Mother, Maid
Nymph, Then A Virgin
Nurse, Then A Servant
Just An Appendage, Live To Attend Him
So That He Never Lifts A Finger
Twenty-Four-Seven Baby Machine
So He Can Live Out
His Picket Fence Dreams
It's Not An Act Of Love If You Make Her
You Make Me Do Too Much Labour
Chorus :
The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting
If Our Love Died,
Would That Be The Worst Thing?
For Somebody I Thought Was My Saviour
You Sure Make Me Do
A Whole Lot Of Labour
The Calloused Skin
On My Hands Is Cracking
If Our Love Ends,
Would That Be A Bad Thing?
And The Silence Haunts Our Bed Chamber
You Make Me Do.. Too Much Labour
