You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the You're a tale, the unexplainable
a bedtime 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
too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck charms I you're waiting 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 curtains And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can 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, world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black Lilah, you're my only home and I can't 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 at the door that slams At the end of the hall 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 there is in the yard awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the extra layer, the [Incomprehensible]