Lyrics of 'Chase The Morning' by Repo! The Genetic Opera

Blind Mag:
Shilo...? Is your name shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can you come down, please...
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
Blind Mag:
Business?
Shilo:
What do you want?
Blind 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've failed to
In you, is a world of promise
We have both been kept in bondage
But you can learn from all my failures
Shilo:
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers
Blind Mag:
Or let them through the gate?
Shilo:
That either. A big risk
Blind mag:
A big fence
Shilo:
A mistake
Blind Mag:
A new friend
Dead marni:
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Shilo:
How'd you do that?
Blind Mag:
Do what?
Shilo:
Do that. That, that eye thing.
Blind Mag:
These eyes can do more than see
Shilo:
I know - I mean, I've seen you sing
Blind 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
Blind Mag:
I wish we could've watched together
Shilo:
I can't have guests
Blind Mag:
Never?
Shilo:
Ever. If dad found out
That I'd been let out
Or you'd been let in...
Blind Mag:
I should go then
Before I do, promise me you won't
Shilo:
It's better that you-
Shilo:
Don't. Forget me. Best
If I resume my life inside
My bedroom
Blind mag:
Don't forget that
A sheltered rose needs a little
Room to bloom outside her bedroom
Dead marni:
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Blind Mag:
Let your life be your dream
Integrity. Honesty
It's too late for me
Don't look back 'til you're free to
Chase the morning…
Dead marni:
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Yield for nothing