You're the night, Lilah, a girl lost in the woods You're a folk tale, the
a bedtime story, the one that 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 waiting for me across your carpet of stars
the night, Lilah, you're everything that we can see Lilah, the possibility
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
Unknown the world of old, you're the sounds I never heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, another world my door
Here I I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road Lilah, you're my only home and I can't it on my own
You're the 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 can falling off the wall at the door that slams At the end of the hall where the kid sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow so realistic So realistic, you carpet 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 layer, the group [Incomprehensible]