Daughter - Espers

run, run

through the woods

talking branches will retrace you?

father, come and see

i’m old enough to fight to my own death

i’m not afraid, i’ve grown

i’m not your girl no more

lie beneath a floor

a winding sheet for warms and comfort

father, come and see

i’m old enough to lift the gravity

i’m not your frayed-haired girl

i’m not your golden boy