I’ll Be Your Daughter by Tattle Tale

Alternative Hard Rock/ Post-Emo — somber, Flamenco guitars, Four on the Floor drums, a tight gang-chorus, lead powerful intentionally pitched higher gruff teen male alto vocals(Aurelian Varrow), backing vocals calm ambiguous tween alto voice(Pike Rowan)

[Intro — soft guitar arpeggio, a single lamp hum, spoken] soft, almost a whisper]
“You saw me on a screen. I’m here. I’m not a picture.”

[Verse 1]
The camera keeps a careful light, it puts the edges flat,
You lean into the frame like it’s the only thing you’ve got.
I traced the scar of every question on a face I try to hide,
You said a word that fit what you saw, and I just let it slide.
It felt like sunlight on a page I hadn’t learned to read,
A brief clean truth you gave me — it was better than the lie.

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a quiet in the middle of the static and the glass,
Where I can be a thousand things if someone leans to ask.

[Chorus — full band, slow build]
I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father,
I’ll be the child you never knew until now.
I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father,
Come down from the edge and make this place your home.
[soft]
I’ll learn the name you keep, if you learn to keep me close.

[Verse 2]
My mother taught me how to fold the dark into a song,
She showed me how to hold a lantern when the night feels long.
She told me you’ve carried other things that cut the air between,
Screens are half a window, not the bridge that I would need.
You called me pretty like a small gift handed through the wire,
I smiled because it felt nice to be noticed — as other people just ask me while looking at me perplexed as to what I am.

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a space behind the letters where the truth can find a place,
Where a name can be an offering instead of empty space.

[Chorus — fuller]
I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father,
I’ll take the tenderness however you try to show it.
I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father,
You'll learn how to love someone and you'll teach me how to grow.
[soft]
I’ll be the small light in the room when you’re alone.

[Bridge — quiet, honest; a single vocal line over Mina's sparse electric guitar]
Don't bring your pity, and don't bring your shame,
I only want the hours where you call me your pretty girl.
If calling me “pretty” is how you see me soft and true,
Then call me what you need to start the map of us anew.
[then build] 
I’ll take the compliment if it brings you near,
I’ll trade a word for breakfast, trade a label for a year.

[Final Chorus — band opens, warm and aching]
I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father,
I’ll take the tenderness however you try to show it.
I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father,
Come down from the edge and make this place your home.
I’ll be your daughter — and I’ll teach you how to love,
I’ll be your daughter — if you’ll be my father today.

[Outro — guitar dwindles to a single, hopeful note; spoken soft]
Open the door. Sit a little while. I’ll keep the light.
Cause you don't have to be alone anymore.
I'll be your daughter, if that how you see me.

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[Intro — soft guitar arpeggio, a single lamp hum, spoken] soft, almost a whisper] “You saw me on a screen. I’m here. I’m not a picture.” [Verse 1] The camera keeps a careful light, it puts the edges flat, You lean into the frame like it’s the only thing you’ve got. I traced the scar of every question on a face I try to hide, You said a word that fit what you saw, and I just let it slide. It felt like sunlight on a page I hadn’t learned to read, A brief clean truth you gave me — it was better than the lie. [Pre-Chorus] There’s a quiet in the middle of the static and the glass, Where I can be a thousand things if someone leans to ask. [Chorus — full band, slow build] I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father, I’ll be the child you never knew until now. I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father, Come down from the edge and make this place your home. [soft] I’ll learn the name you keep, if you learn to keep me close. [Verse 2] My mother taught me how to fold the dark into a song, She showed me how to hold a lantern when the night feels long. She told me you’ve carried other things that cut the air between, Screens are half a window, not the bridge that I would need. You called me pretty like a small gift handed through the wire, I smiled because it felt nice to be noticed — as other people just ask me while looking at me perplexed as to what I am. [Pre-Chorus] There’s a space behind the letters where the truth can find a place, Where a name can be an offering instead of empty space. [Chorus — fuller] I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father, I’ll take the tenderness however you try to show it. I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father, You'll learn how to love someone and you'll teach me how to grow. [soft] I’ll be the small light in the room when you’re alone. [Bridge — quiet, honest; a single vocal line over Mina's sparse electric guitar] Don't bring your pity, and don't bring your shame, I only want the hours where you call me your pretty girl. If calling me “pretty” is how you see me soft and true, Then call me what you need to start the map of us anew. [then build] I’ll take the compliment if it brings you near, I’ll trade a word for breakfast, trade a label for a year. [Final Chorus — band opens, warm and aching] I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father, I’ll take the tenderness however you try to show it. I’ll be your daughter — if you be my father, Come down from the edge and make this place your home. I’ll be your daughter — and I’ll teach you how to love, I’ll be your daughter — if you’ll be my father today. [Outro — guitar dwindles to a single, hopeful note; spoken soft] Open the door. Sit a little while. I’ll keep the light. Cause you don't have to be alone anymore. I'll be your daughter, if that how you see me.

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