Rabid Abigail

s - she sings
h - he sings
b - both sing
s:
It's a quiet sound.
There's not a soul around.
There's a burning spark
Deep inside a silent dark.
It's a quiet sound.
h:
Abigail's got me by the throat again.
She can throw me to the edge of the universe
And pull me back again.
And there's a whisper...
It's a quiet sound.
It's a quiet sound.
h:
Waiting for the sting to settle in.
Show it to the king,
He'll probably lock me in the tower again.
Should I lay down and die?
s:
It's a silent stare.
Would you rather be anywhere but here?
It's in your eyes.
They paint a very thing disguise.
It's a silent stare.
h:
Abigail's standing in the road again.
She's yelling at the thunder and the October wind again.
And then everything falls silent.
It's a silent stare.
It's a silent stare.
h:
Waiting for the sting to settle in.
Show it to the judge, he'll probably lock me in the looney bin.
It's perfect for me.
Waiting for the sting to settle in.
Show it to the judge, he'll probably lock me in the looney bin.
It's perfect for me.
s:
Perfect for me.
h:
It's probably perfect.
s:
Perfect for me.
b:
You're probably perfect.