Mag: Shilo? Is your name Shilo? Can I talk to you? Can you come down please?
Shilo: Why?
Mag: So we can speak
I saw you at the show I thought I'd seen a ghost Your resemblance is striking
You have your mother's eyes, her hair I was told you died with her All these years have come and gone How do I put this? I'm your- Godmom
Shilo: State your business
Mag: Business?
Shilo: What do you want?
Mag: I want, I want to finally meet you Something real to cling, To leave you With the hope that you will go do All you're meant to, All I failed to In you is a world of promise We have both been kept in bondage But you could learn from all my failures
Shilo: I'm not suppose to talk to strangers
Mag: Or let them through the gate?
Shilo: That either A big risk
Mag: A big fence
Shilo: A big mistake
Mag: A new friend
Marni: Chase the morning Yield for nothing Chase the morning Yield for nothing
Shilo: Oh my god, mom! How'd you do that?
Mag: Do what?
Shilo: Do that, that eye thing
Mag: These eyes can do more than see
Shilo: I know. I mean, I've seen you sing
Mag: Where?
Shilo: From my window I can see the world from there Name the stars and constellations Count the cars and watch the seasons
Mag: I wish we could have watched together
Shilo: I can't have guests
Mag: Never?
Shilo: Ever If Dad found out that I'd been let out Or that you'd been let in
Mag: I should go then Before I do Promise me you won't
Shilo: Better that you don't.
Mag: Don't forget a sheltered rose Needs a little room to bloom Outside her bedroom
(Shilo: It's best if I resume my life Inside my bedroom.)
Marni: Chase the morning Yield for nothing Chase the morning Yield for nothing
Mag: Let your life be a dream Integrity, honesty It's too late for me Don't look back 'Till you're free to chase the morning
Marni: Yield for nothing Chase the morning Yield for nothing Yield for nothing