Repo! The Genetic Opera : Chase the Morning Lyrics

Blind Mag, Shilo Wallace, Dead Marni


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 suppose 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                                                               Blind Mag
Don't. Forget me. 'Best                                      Don't forget that
If I resume my life inside                                    A sheltered rose needs a little
My bedroom.                                                   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.