You're the night, Lilah, a little girl 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, '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 across your of stars
You're the night, Lilah, you're everything we can see Lilah, the possibility
You're the bedtime story, the one that 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 world of old, the sounds I never heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, world outside my door
Here I 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 story, the one that 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 door slams At the end of the hall the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting drifts so realistic So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see is something in the yard It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck The prayer, the extra layer, the group