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 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 don't want your good luck 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 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
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the I never heard before Off the map the wild things grow, another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the black road Lilah, you're my home and I can't make it on my own
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
You're the can falling off the wall at the door that slams At the end of the hall where the kid sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow so realistic So realistic, call you of stars, see there 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]