You're the night, Lilah, a little lost in the woods a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can it on my own I can it on my own
too dark to see the landmarks, I don't 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, you're the
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I hope 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 heard Off the map where the wild things grow, world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, me down the pitch black road Lilah, my only home and I can't make it on my own
the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains 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 at the door that slams At the end of the where the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting 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 extra layer, the [Incomprehensible]