You're the night, Lilah, a little lost in the woods You're a tale, the unexplainable
You're a 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
It's too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck I you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
the night, Lilah, you're everything that we can see Lilah, you're the
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
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, 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 keeps the 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 door that At the end of the where the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the of the angels, the shifting 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 luck The prayer, the layer, the group [Incomprehensible]