Pearl Jam

Daughter

Alone...listless...

Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room

A 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

It'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