You're the night, Lilah, a girl lost in the woods You're a tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I hope waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
It's too dark to see the landmarks, I don't your good luck charms I hope waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, everything that we can see Lilah, you're the
You're the story, the one that keeps the curtains closed And I hope you're for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I never heard before Off the map the wild things grow, another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black Lilah, you're my home and I can't make it on my own
the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed And I hope you're waiting for me, I can make it on my own I can it on my own
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that At the end of the hall the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow drifts so So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see there is in the yard It's awful with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the extra layer, the group