i walked up and down avenue a til 4am
don't know what i'm doin' here
where to stay, or where to begin
oh mama, gotta figure out how far i'll go
and i'm addin' to the list of things
that you don't know
your daughter is dead
your daughter is dead
i think you made her up in your head
your daughter is dead
your daughter is dead
i think you made her up in your head
i'm alive in several scary ways tonight
been on fire and had trouble
hiding the blaze from your sight
oh mama, i been noticin' more and more
that my crooked fingers
are beginning to look just like yours
just like yours
your daughter is dead
your daughter is dead
i think you made her up in your head
your daughter is dead
your daughter is dead
i think you made her up in your head
let me be the best part
of me and you
let me be the brave part
of me and you
don't think i didn't see you there
poor, broken-hearted and alone
i want you to know i've always cared
and always thought of you as home
home
your daughter is dead
your daughter is dead
i think you made her up in your head
let me be the best part
of me and you
let me be the brave part
of me and you
oh mama i been noticin'
more and more
that my hands look just like yours