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