You're the night, Lilah, a girl lost in the woods 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
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
the night, Lilah, you're everything that we can see Lilah, you're the
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I hope you're waiting for me, I can make it on my own I can it on my own
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, another outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch road Lilah, you're my only home and I can't 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 that At the end of the hall where the kid sounds of basketball 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 dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the extra layer, the group