You're the night, Lilah, a little lost in the woods 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 your good charms I hope you're waiting for me your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, everything that we can see Lilah, you're the
You're the story, the one that 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 of old, you're the sounds I never heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, another outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch road Lilah, you're my home and I can't make it on my own
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the closed And I you're 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 of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow drifts so realistic 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 layer, the group [Incomprehensible]