You're the night, Lilah, a little lost in the woods a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a 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
It's too 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, you're everything 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 of old, you're the sounds I never heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, another world 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 bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I hope waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
You're the can falling off the wall at the door that slams At the end of the hall the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow so realistic So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see there is in the yard It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck The prayer, the extra layer, the group