Daughter / I Believe / W.M.A. Songtext
von Pearl Jam

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, 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 moves her hand and 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

She's gone

She′s gone down
She's gone down

I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you

I will get fine
I will get fine
I will get fine

I will survive
Survive
Survive
Survive


I will get fine
I will get fine
I will get fine

I'll survive
I′ll survive
I′ll survive, survive

He won the lottery, when he was being born
Big hand slapped a white male American
Trained like dogs, color and smell
Walks by me to get to him
Police man, police man