You're the night, Lilah, a little lost in the woods You're a tale, the unexplainable
You're a 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
It's too dark to see the landmarks, I want your good luck charms I hope you're for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, everything that we can see Lilah, the possibility
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
Unknown the world of old, you're the sounds I never heard before Off the map the wild things grow, another world outside my door
Here I I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road Lilah, you're my only home and I make it on my own
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
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the that slams At the end of the hall where the kid sounds 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 awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the layer, the group [Incomprehensible]