You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a 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
too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck charms I hope you're for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, everything that we can see Lilah, the possibility
You're the story, the one that keeps the curtains closed And I you're waiting 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 things grow, another outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the black 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 waiting for me, I can make it on my own I can it on my own
You're the paint can off the wall 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 something in the It's awful dark the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the layer, the group [Incomprehensible]