You're the night, Lilah, a little girl in the woods You're a tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one that 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 good luck charms I hope waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, you're that we can see Lilah, the possibility
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the closed And I hope you're 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 grow, another world outside my door
I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road Lilah, you're my home and I can't make it on my own
You're the bedtime story, the one that the curtains closed And I you're waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams At the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of The of the earth 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 strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the extra layer, the group