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 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 want good luck charms I hope you're for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, you're everything we can see Lilah, the possibility
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I you're waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I never before Off the map where the things grow, another world outside my door
I stand 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 the curtains closed And I hope you're waiting for me, I can make it on my own I can it on my own
the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams At the end of the hall where the kid rings of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the snow drifts so realistic So realistic, call you of stars, see there is something in the yard It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good charm The prayer, the extra layer, the [Incomprehensible]