Mag: Shilo?
Is your name Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 to
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. big risk.
Mag: big fence.
Shilo: big mistake.
Mag: new friend.

Marni: Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing

Shilo: Oh my god, mom!
How'd you do that?
Mag: Do what?
Shilo: 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 their.
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 it--
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
Yeild for nothing
Chase the morning
Yeild 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: Yeild for nothing
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Yeild for nothing