C G E Am F C G
C G E Am
this song is for abigale at the top of the stairs
F C G
she is blowing spit bubbles off into the air
C G E Am
to her sweet mother helga who has showed us a walk
F C G
the sounds of her coughing now rest in her coffin
F Am
who is sinking along with the dirt
G
may us all be so lucky to spend our days swimming in her
C G E Am F C G
C G E Am
this heart is for abigale she is shivering and cold
F C G
warm thoughts of her mother deep under the snow
F Am
with handfulls of dirt in the air
G
she said i will sow our limbs together if i have to
C G
C G
C G
and i'd like to set flames to all of those memories
C G
that place the spotlight over all of her injuries
C G
though we can exist with some otherlying symmetries
F Am
though abigale will always stay the same
G C
just over and over and over and over and over
C G E Am F C G x2