Mother:
And so I'll peel away the layers
And I'll make them into a book
And I'll give it to you
So you can make it into a movie
And I'll be a silver screen
I'll be a little gleam in the corner of your eye
All salt and all settled down
I'll lay beneath the cold ground but
I'll still be kicking around
Inside the pages of my big fat book
I'd like to take a lock
Of your baby hair
And put it in my book
So you will end up in your movie
And I'll be the fire inside
The tears falling from the audience's eyes
Ashes become fertile ground
I won't be making a sound
But I'll be all written out
Inside the pages of my big fat book
Daughter:
And I'll read them
Until I
Know them by heart
And I'll make them into
A movie of your life
So the people will
Weep tears of joy
And then they'll know
Who you were
When they see my movie
I'll make it a beautiful
Psy-cho-dra-ma
And a biography
I'll make it a thriller, too
But I'll give it a
Twisted ending
And you will live
On and on
Inside of
My movie
(and inside your mind
Dear and most beloved reader
Strangers and of course you, my daughter)