Daughter

Alone... Listless...
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl... Violins(ence)...
Center of her own attention
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...
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me

She holds the hand that holds her down
She will...rise above... Oh

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...)