You're the night, Lilah, a girl lost in the woods You're a tale, the unexplainable
You're a 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
too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck charms I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of
You're the night, Lilah, you're 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, the sounds I never 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 black Lilah, you're my only home and I can't it on my own
You're the bedtime story, the one that 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 at the door that slams At the end of the hall where the kid rings of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the snow 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 layer, the group [Incomprehensible]