| Lyrics: | You guys ready...
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 into 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 be
The picture kept will
remind me
Don't call me...
She holds the hand that holds her down
She
will...rise above...ooh...oh...
Don't call me daughter, not fit to }
The picture
kept will remind me } (2x)
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be }
The picture kept will
remind me }
Don't call me...
The shades go down (2x)
The shades go, go, go |
