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...