You're the night, Lilah, a girl lost in the woods a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one keeps the curtains closed And I hope waiting for me, 'cause I can make 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 waiting for me across your 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 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, the sounds I never heard before Off the map where the wild grow, another world outside 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 the curtains closed And I you're 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 where the kid rings sounds of The battle of the earth of the angels, the snow drifts so realistic So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see there is something in the awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the layer, the group [Incomprehensible]