Daughter (Live)

Alone, listless

Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room

Young girl, violins

Center of her own attention

The mother reads aloud,

Child tries to understand it,

Tries to make her proud

The shades go down, i

T's in her head, painted room.

Can't deny there's something wrong

Don't call me daughter, not fit to

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me daughter, not fit to

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down

She will rise above...

Don't call me daughter, not fit to

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me daughter, not fit to be

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me daughter, not fit to

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me daughter, not fit to be

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me...

The shades go down

The shades go down

The shades go...

Go...

Go...