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