Pearl Jam - Daughter

Alone... listless...breakfast table in an otherwise

empty room,

Young girl... violins...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... 

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... 

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...